The straw made a loud sucking noise at the bottom of the empty cup.

She didn’t look at me again until we walked out to the parking lot.

The jewelry shop smelled like ammonia and lemon wood polish.

I stood at the glass counter waiting for the clerk to come back from the back room.

The display cases were filled with heavy diamond tennis bracelets and gold chains waiting to be claimed.

I rubbed my left collarbone.

We were picking up the custom wedding bands and the antique grandmother rings today.