His eyes swivelled in his ruddy, rosy cheeked head.

Like they were looking for a fire escape.

His finger tips twitched.

And his lips were licked wet with spit.

It is all in the body language.

She shifted from one foot to the other.

Like she was already running.

Her body curled into itself.

And exasperation and courtesy fought across her face.

He said he'd love to, could think of nothing nicer.

And she apologised.