Jeff began fingering pensively at the leather - bound book with the gold foil cursive of the restaurant name engraved , tracing softly the fleshy roundness of his index finger around the writing . Julia watched his lazy motions with a tenured interest , her eyes dancing over his animated hand before her gaze lifted to his . With an ounce of mental permission , he snapped up the checkbook , slipping precariously a plastic card she had n't known he possessed without a word .
She herself felt protest rising as buzzing electricity in her throat , a strange ringing that padded forth her attempt at words , which emanated as a weak whimper .
Emotion: Fear