Knitting
The muscles on Angela's face seemed to have been strained from holding fake smiles for the first twenty minutes of her date. After that, she didn't even bother smiling anymore. But she kept light nods from time to time as she listened to Jas talk about himself. The guy didn't even ask her any questions—too full of himself.
It didn't escape her that he was checking out the waitresses passing by their table. His eyes unabashedly scanned the women's legs, and he even smiled at her flirtatiously. What an ass. Gael was right. Jas the ass.
Because there wasn't much of an exchange between them, time seemed to be passing by slowly. She checked the time on her phone every now and then, seemingly unable to wait to reach the end of their date.