“Wow, isn’t that Linda Brown, the prettiest girl in school?!” Jim gasped.
“Five feet, four inches tall, black hair, gigantic blue eyes, and what a sweetheart!” Mike stammered.
The salesman behind the counter wanted to chase them away but seeing how lovely the source of their distraction was, he understood, so he humored them.
“Get a load of that,” Jim mumbled. “She’s so enchanting she’s made the numbers on that clock fall down.”