Saturday afternoon shopping. He: bored, marginally encouraging, somewhat resentful. She: revved-up, politely incorrigible, playfully indecisive.
She appears from the dressing area sporting some loose-limbed Kenzo tunic or, perhaps, a Calvin Klein dress that might, with the single addition of a center support pole, provide all-weather protection on an overnight hike.
She: a glance in the mirror, an adjustment, then a look around. He: meets her look, then his limit. Enough. The proceedings must conclude. He searches for something cool and dismissive, settles on an old favorite. "Come on," he says, perhaps even loud enough...