You're too distracted to notice.

You look over to see which guy caught your throw, but notice none of them did. You feel a little disappointed in yourself… Right up until you notice the one who made fun of you in the apron. He apparently can’t decide between racing after the ball & laughing more at your feeble attempt to return it, as he keeps looking back in your direction. Finally, acting this way causes him to trip over the now-stationary ball he was retrieving, & fall flat on his face.

“Nice footwork, nerd!” you say in his direction in the best impression you can of his voice.

You laugh briefly, before looking back at the meats you’d been preparing. As you continue to watch them properly, a seemingly-female voice off to 1 side of you speaks.

“That wasn’t very nice!” says a voice your ears catch, but are unable to identify.

“I don’t care!” you shoot back to the stranger. “I was just returning the way he treated me.”

“NO!” says the same voice. “I was referring to the way he talked to you!”

You lift your head from the grill, ready to turn it if this should truly become a full conversation. Before you can decide that, however, the new speaker continues.

“Would you care if I fell down on one of your balls?!” they ask, though you are unable to respond when you notice their right hand is placed near the center of your shorts.