The Trio

Here is an exercise about scene...I had to convey these people's emotions for each other entirely through body language. Can you guess what they are?

Charles leads the trio in, per usual, catching his reflection in the mirror behind the register before striding straight to his favorite seat. Something about the ceiling to floor display of wine glasses behind the bar always captivated him. Janet is only a few steps behind, her eyes on Charles to see where he’ll sit, as if it would be anywhere else. She takes the seat to the right of him, and subtly scuffles it to the left. Marcus always lags a bit. The revolving door still proves difficult for him to navigate. After attempting to help Janet into her seat, he takes the mahogany chair to her right. They all give slight smiles and nods to one another, as if to acknowledge the impeccable location of the table.

When Charles sits not a single one of his vertebrae comes close to brushing the back of his chair. He moves his head side to side ever so slightly, watching as the wine glasses make a mosaic of his symmetrical features. Occasionally the brush of Janet’s fingers on his forearm startles him and breaks his gaze from the glasses, but it never stays away long. Marcus sits across from Charles, creating the perfect antithesis to his posture. He is tall like Charles, but his body is more river than oak tree. The most solid thing about him is the hand he keeps on the table to provide the stability he needs to balance on the back two legs of his chair. The other lanky limbs spill over the chair, which is turned at a slight angle towards Janet. During their conversation he has the habit of tapping his left, green converse shoe on the leg of her chair. She doesn’t seem to notice.