I noticed a model in a mag who wore a ring, its width spanning to the bend of her forefinger. Not a wedding band, of course, ‘cause the world of fashion modeling is one of availability — of disengagement, full of time to amble, with the occasional need to stare down voyeurs.
She tried to be proper with her salad but she was hungry. She could not interject as her guest spoke for fear her food bits would take flight. She asked open-ended questions here and there and then chomped during the replies.