FRANCIS (thought): Hey, isn’t that Nicole? Yeah, it is!
TEXT: Oh shit What now?
TEXT: I can awkwardly match her pace, not acknowledge her, until we split paths
I can continue at my normal pace and say hi when I inevitably draw alongside her (assuming it is her.)
FRANCIS: How’s it going?
NICOLE: Good. I just got done with rehearsal.
FRANCIS: Cool. I’m just out for a walk.
NICOLE: Ah. That sounds nice actually.
FRANCIS (thought): Okay, slow it down.
LEGS: gotto move. gotto make trax
FRANCIS: How’d rehearsal go?
NICOLE: Pretty good. One person didn’t show, but …
FRANCIS (thought): Slow the fuck down. Where am I going
LEGS: fast fast. i wil outpace evry1
NICOLE: Um, Francis …
FRANCIS: Yeah, my rehearsals actually start this Tuesday, I’m really excited!
FRANCIS (thought): Just gonna give into it now.
LEGS: the boy is fast