Irene's expression changes from thoughtful to grinning and she slips the straps of her bag from her shoulder to pull out her purse, chatting as she does so; "I used to be mad about the Cure." She was thirteen when that song came out but let's not mention it-- "Then again, most people are at some point."
She doesn't crouch to place the note- a mark, twelve shekels for one song, someone's well-off, or at least comfortable and far from miserly- or throw it, but rather drops it over the case and lets it fall, fingers lazy and elegant.
Yet more of those carefully considered movements, more like she's going through the steps of a dance than making spontaneous decisions.
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Irene's expression changes from thoughtful to grinning and she slips the straps of her bag from her shoulder to pull out her purse, chatting as she does so; "I used to be mad about the Cure." She was thirteen when that song came out but let's not mention it-- "Then again, most people are at some point."
She doesn't crouch to place the note- a mark, twelve shekels for one song, someone's well-off, or at least comfortable and far from miserly- or throw it, but rather drops it over the case and lets it fall, fingers lazy and elegant.
Yet more of those carefully considered movements, more like she's going through the steps of a dance than making spontaneous decisions.