Oh, there you are! Nye slammed in, swung one of the chairs about, and sat on it back to front, his arms folded across the back.
You're finally here! Nye came barging in, knocking a chair out of his way.
Nye quietly opened the door, tip toeing over to the bar stool.
There was never a line or a wait to get in.
President Clinton intends to make this point tomorrow in Tokyo.
You admit to ordering a black beard from Parkson's?
A young man with contact lenses reading a porn magazine.
There is a girl in a green shirt with a red bookbag.
The young woman is running up hill.