Heightened observation

From where I was sitting I could see her fidgeting. Her water tumbler was slowly dripping condensation as she rotated the glass making wet circles on the tablecloth. Her now-wet fingers slipped below the table top and were dried surreptitiously on the overhanging linen. Was she bored I thought..or anxious? She constantly glanced towards the restaurant door. The plethora of smart, shiny shopping bags at her side came in for detailed examination; distractedly, poking and peering within. From the corner of my eye I noticed a policeman pass the restaurant window. Within seconds, the girl had gathered her bags in a flurry of card and cords and she flew towards the door.

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