Robert: He’s pacing around the park while I walk past. We notice each other and adjust our directions so that our paths will converge. I ask, as I do every time I see him, “How are you doing.” He answers the way he always does, “Oh, I’m hanging in there.”
Artana: Stopped at a red light, she gets my attention by yelling, “Get a job!” from her car window.
Benjy: He walks over, “Hey.” We shake hands, sweeping our arms out in exagerated arcs.