There is velocity when no one is moving.

A corny girl in emo gear from hot topic who grew up with pop music drops her quote on you:

"You'll say it's really good to see you, you'll say I missed you horribly, you'll say let me carry that and give that to me and you will take the heavy stuff and you will drive the car and I'll look out the window making jokes about the way things are."

A little boy with a worn and beaten helmet that's been passed from father to father is going to be on his big wheel riding full speed down a hill while his grandparents stand out front tracing lines with their feet on the grass. When everyone goes inside for a second, he's gonna look at you and expect you to say something and you'll just stand there, smiling. You have no idea what to say, staples on tongues, eyes on the tiniest of features. You'll imprint the stillness of faces staring at one another, and he'll inquire with his shoulders and brow. If he were older you'd say "I'm just a boy who's in love with your aunt" and he'd accept it but he's too young to get that so you'll say nothing and smile. And he'll finally turn away and ride off. He'll look back as he's riding toward the hill as if to say "whomever you are, just be by my side, ok?" Be sure to follow him as he's not quite able to ask just yet.

While she takes a picture of chopsticks, you're watching her. She's fumbling a camera and her fingers are pointed out in ten different directions. Her nose and mouth are twitching in ways no one sees. "Fuck fear," she wrote in an email (and you'll see it in the way she removes her black dress later in the evening). You lean in and inquire with shoulders and brow not paying attention to the picture at hand. You've never agreed more as she passes back the camera and feels her head coming on strong, says nothing, but knows you know.