[@Song Book]

The man's chair creeks with his weight as he breaks his perfect posture to lean back into it, relaxing, getting comfortable. His steely gaze never faulting. 
His fingers of one hand hammer down onto the table top in a repetitive succession.
Over and over again.
He sips from his cup, eye contact never breaking, fingers drumming 
'du du du dah'. 'du du du dah'. 
Suddenly his foot brushes past hers.