Lost Creek Hollow breakfast at tiffany's

Riordan wasn't going to give up, but he felt his spirit wane as time passed. How was she so quick, so light? How was he so bad at these silly games? But then he heard it - the twig snapping, perhaps on purpose but he wouldn't have minded, and then he was reacting. Turning with a sharp pivot and launching himself in the direction of the sound, he made it a few feet before his own bulk caught up to him. Riordan lost his footing and stumbled, nearly shoulder-checking Eshe in the process, the bumbling fool. In the knick of time, he caught himself from falling flat on his face and careened towards her, bursting with a deep laugh. 

"Ah, there you are! I knew I'd get ya!"