Strained listening
Mark strained to overhear their conversation, but their hushed tones made it impossible. He moved closer, crouching behind a nearby bench, yet the words remained indistinguishable whispers.
The stranger’s hand gestured animatedly, while Emily nodded, her face tense. The frustration of not understanding gnawed at him.
As they finished, the man pocketed the envelope and walked away briskly. Emily took a deep breath, composing herself before heading back.