Summer weighed the rubber mallet in one hand, eyeing the box of aluminium cans. She got down on her knees, planting one empty can upright on a scrap piece of board outside, and hefted the mallet again.
It wasn’t even that it had been a particularly…
“Oh,” Orchid was fairly satisfied by the answer. After a moment of silence, she noticed the other girl staring at her. “Oh! Sorry, I’m Orchid. I’m new and was walking around when I heard you.” She held out a hand awkwardly, “And you are?”
Setting down the mallet, Summer briefly clasped hands. “I’m Summer.” She lifted her eyebrows. “Do you usually follow that kind of sound into places you don’t know?” She recaptured the errant, half-crushed can and positioned it precisely.