Super Calculation!

Unmentioned effort and consideration went into his action, it was no accident or fluke he was able to seemingly smoothly reach his hand down to his pocket to produce the right change, exactly seventy-nine pence and then place it perfectly into her work harmed hands, in fact so determined to execute this movement he spent the previous moments arranging the change into an order, placing it in the place in his pocket he knew his hands could manoeuvre amongst, without being hindered. After his execution, nonchalantly, or seemingly, he made his way to the few seats to his right, to her left, he wondered whether or not she was impressed by his actions, the cool cool he tried to impress.

Although she reacted indifferently, responding mechanically, cutting letters from words in her final address, she made note of his movement and for those proceeding minutes she was ever so slightly bedazzled by his slight actions and pronounced presence. The pair exchanged long sip glances, irregularly, imagining what life would be like if they were to runaway to some place imaginary.

Sitting to harness his energy and to vibrate resonance and punctuation to their encounter, he surveyed the shop floor. Attention was caught by an older lady, an employee, maybe mid forty or ish, she laboured as she blew up a limp balloon for the approaching promotion, both deflated, out of shape and out of breath, they occupied a space together, the ladies complexion matched the balloon, red and rubbery. Visibly struggling slightly, she seemed feign, with a long way to go, in the middle of the foyer her effort seemed affected and directed, perhaps genuine, she proceeded to attempt to inflate the balloon unsuccessfully.