[ he never intends to stare. staring, he knows, isn't the courteous thing to do. but there are some occasions -- as you're otherwise bowed over a handle of brandy -- that you can't help but lift your eyes to a pretty face.
and when that face's owner nears him -- doubtless on her way to somewhere else -- he pushes to his feet with such a clumsy clatter. ]
Ma'am -- [ he stammers -- desperate to snag her question before she continues out of earshot. ]
i'll start here rather than hitting you ALL AT ONCE.
and when that face's owner nears him -- doubtless on her way to somewhere else -- he pushes to his feet with such a clumsy clatter. ]
Ma'am -- [ he stammers -- desperate to snag her question before she continues out of earshot. ]