Randomness

I'm lining up to hit the 2. Nathan is saying something, trying to redirect my attention. One eye focused, I begin pulling back my stick. The smooth wood glides back and forth over my middle finger, ready to strike. Suddenly, a small boy catches my eye. He waddles to our table so I straighten up and smile narrowly. A strange look comes over him, and I open my mouth to say hello.
He grabs the 2 ball and runs away.