Another excerpt

From the same story.

 “Apparently not.” She says with a hint of a smile around her lips and her hands on the table. I cannot take my eyes off of them, her hands. Back and forth, back and forth. She gestures a lot when she talks. I mill a few more things in my mind before I decide to speak again. I concentrate on the left hand, knocking the ashes off of a Chesterfield king into the cracked overfilling ashtray. The right, holding a heavy bottomed glass filled with tequila, not mixed with anything. I notice her chipped black nail polish. A scar on the top of her left hand with it’s slightly crooked pinkie. I stare into my own glass of Gin and watch its contents as I swirl it around. Seth's got his arms crossed and he’s fidgeting. He’ll get up and pace around soon.

Author's Note

I know this doesn't have any context. I'm looking for comments on my description and flow of words

Reviews

[Casper]

I like it. I find the description really good and the flow very even. "I mill a few more things in my mind" when you say "mill", do you mean "mull"?
This short story is nice. It painted a very vivid picture in my mind, even though there isn't much written. Now I'm curious as to whether or not Seth gets up and paces around.