(Intro) Tomato Sandwich (by Plexiglassfruit)

Okay, dear Plexiglassfruit, I spent a good hour on writing this intro before I noticed the Challenge had ended when I went to post it. Nevertheless, as it was already written - and I kind of like what I wrote - here's your previously requested opening paragraph to your superbly (and creepily) written story. "Tomato Sandwich". I hope you enjoy. Sorry I didn't rise to the task sooner.

It was an eerily quiet night on Wilfred Street. There was a frosty chill in the air as the fall breeze whistled through the trees. Multi-colored leaves rustled, swirled and then landed on the walkway. Traffic was nearly nonexistent though the hum of cars could be heard in the distance. Two men walked, side by side, in silence. One was a tall, thin man, the tendons in his lean neck betraying the tension he felt. His hands were shoved deep in his jean’s pockets, and he hung his head low. He looked to be carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. His steps were measured, hesitant, as though his thoughts ran rampant about what his next move would be. The second man was short, stocky, heavily bearded, and wore a Yankees' baseball cap, which he repeatedly tugged down to ensure it covered most of his face. In contrast, he swung his arms in tandem beside him as he walked, his step light and steady, as though he could barely contain his anticipation to arrive wherever he was going. Though traveling together, side by side, it did not appear to even the most casual observer that the two might be friends – or even acquaintances. Abruptly, the loud growl of a very hungry stomach broke the silence. The tall man paused and looked at the other in surprise. The shorter man gave him a lopsided grin and shrugged before continuing on ahead.