[He'd taken two steps, but as soon as the words 'sit down and eat your dinner' came out of John's mouth, he's stopped. Before he had a chance to even think about stopping. One foot lifts off the floor just a touch, intending to step forward -- but the compulsion to follow John's order is too strong. He turns around on a dime, sliding back into his seat.
With one hand, he picks up his fork and starts to eat again. With the other, he fishes out his cell phone and starts composing a text in silence, as if nothing at all had just occurred.]
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With one hand, he picks up his fork and starts to eat again. With the other, he fishes out his cell phone and starts composing a text in silence, as if nothing at all had just occurred.]