Curiously, Adam found himself somewhat daunted by the awkwardness of that initial greeting. Judging by that falter in the other boy's step, that little hitch between eye contact and returned, slight wave, Adam assumed this friend-of-a-friend barely recognized him. Of course, there was the small matter of Adam's own body language, which he had been told rather exuded standoffishness even when his intentions were otherwise. With this in mind he tried to relax his posture, even going so far as to slip one of the ear pieces to the side. Still, he hedged his bets, one black-painted nail pressing Skip to return the CD to its first track: If the other boy ignored him, another track would already be screaming through the headphones, and the slight could be ignored and downplayed with relative ease.
"Tyler, right?" Adam asked, his head canting curiously as Tyler drew closer. He shifted on the bench, lessening the amount of space he had sprawled his belongings over. His retreat left more than enough room for Tyler, should he decide to linger. "Haven't seen you in a while. Busy summer?"