He dropped his hands to his sides and stared at himself.
He nodded and dropped his arms to his sides, moving lithely away from the tree.
There were corn fields on both sides of a dirt road and I was at a crossing.
He swiveled his head, back and forth between sides, unwilling as usual to make a decision.
Like the assassin who obsessed about birthdays and clothing, there were two sides to the man before her: the warm, friendly stranger with whom she'd felt so comfortable she confided to him over the phone without knowing anything about him, and the tattooed thug before them in snug biker leathers.