She taps him on the shoulder and as he turns she kicks the inside of his knee lighty, causing him to collapse clumsily in the momentum of his spin. A little shocked by the harsh affection, he recovers and dusts himself off in the duration of her laugh. She waits for him to meet her gaze then throws a paper aeroplane at him adjoined with command: "catch". But the wind carries her words-on-paper higher than his reflex hand movements and off over the bridge between their worlds.
"Oh well," she shrugs "you might have wanted to know...but maybe later"
He watched the word-riddled paper aeroplane fall, down. There.

-compliments of my 50% essay which is 5, going on 6 days late. I begin writing my essay and then somehow obtain inspiration for short stories....very short stories. This was the third time.