X: She's Done, I'm Back

I gave a quick wave to the Hottie running toward us as we nearly rubbed shoulders on the park's five-mile loop. The Hottie quickly returned my wave.
"Well-played," said Ian.
"Planting seeds," said I.
Twenty minutes later, we noticed Hottie approaching again. Too predictable: She was doing another loop.
"What's the play?" asked Ian.
"A stronger wave and an oral greeting," said I.
Ian grunted an approval.
Seconds later, I raised my palm confidently while shouting a familiar, "Hey!"
Eye contact was achieved.
Hottie shot back with a semi-nod and half-hearted wave.
"Weak," observed Ian.
"Lackluster," said I. "That so did not rock."
"Done with her," Ian proclaimed.
"Done."
- Anonymous Racer X