towards the end of the afternoon somewhere in Geneva

She shrieked from the other side of the road, flung her arms into the air and stamped her feet excitedly on the edge of the pavement. The other girl turned to see where the shrieks were coming from, recognised her friend, waved to her frantically and screamed screamy things over the deafening traffic. They both waited impatiently for the lights to turn red. Gasping, waving, oohing. When the lights turned green for them, the two girls "oh my God"ed across the street and dived into each others arms with relief. They hadn't seen each other since lunch time.