It brought to Sabrina's mind the numerous occasions when she replayed his speeches at school, painstakingly taking notes, and echoing them repeatedly, yet never fully content with her rendition.

After the order was placed, the waiter left.

Sabrina rested her chin upon her palms, her attention diverted to the surrounding restaurant.

In response, Tyrone studied her.

Her face was a study of exquisite beauty, her skin smooth and fair.