She didn't hear me, so I keep trying to run harder and catch up.
Closing the distance, I realize that we're both panting in chaotic symphony.
I keep chase but she's almost deliberately slipping away; evading my arms reach, and then she isn't and I manage to land a sweaty finger on her shoulder.
Pulling out an earphone, she looks back at me slgihtly puzzled but also quite breathless, but never slowing down in the slightest.
My music is off, but I decide not to speak in a weak attempt to guise my dwindeling lung capacity.
So instead I make a 'v' with my fingers point at my eyes, before pointing at the bridge in front of us, and then repetitively bang a straightened palm down across the tops of my fingers on the other hand to make a 'T'.
She flashes a toothy grin, before shooting off towards the bridge.
My muscles panic for a second and squirt acid wondering if she'd understood - as we're already at the foot of the bridge, and she's still bounding up it.
"you're pretty quick", I pant later.
She's panting too but only grins back.
"Do you always run this quick?" I manage to squeak out.
Thats her normal pace she says.
"Powah. I haven't gone that hard in a while" I say to console myself.
And maybe flatter her.
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