The light dims quickly enough that when I take my first photo, the camera sets the automatic shutter speed to .5 seconds, a couple of minutes later the next photo’s shutter speed is .6 seconds, and the third is a full second.
I make an attempt to be especially chipper each time the waitress swings by, though she’s undoubtedly forgotten whatever blunt undesirable inflection I felt my voice may have had during our initial conversation.
From the next table, I overhear, “Yes, I believe in evolution. But I think that aliens helped human evolution along at some point.” I can’t help listening more closely for a minute while he tries to explain his theory. It becomes clear that he’s repeating something second-hand and doesn’t remember his source’s supporting arguments very clearly.