Something caught his attention, movement from the corner of his vision. He stopped and turned, certain for a moment that monsters had come to destroy the peace after all. But it was just a young woman who had come to the swings while he was lost in thought. He stood (but not still; he was never still), watching her.
She was pretty, he couldn’t help but notice, if too young for his tastes. But it had been so long since he’d seen anything with breasts that he just couldn’t help but stare. “You come here often?” he called without thinking, then backed up and ducked his head, mental cussing at himself for drawing her attention.