“I’m here to photograph the wedding,” he said in a tone he felt suggested helpfulness.
“You’re the wedding photographer.”
This was a reply that threw him off his self-presentation. Was it a confirmation, a question or a correction?
“I’m not being funny but,” she started.
She spoke to quickly; too quickly. Her sentences came thick and fast in a high-pitched tone from the top of her mouth and at a speed where words began before the previous one had ended.
He couldn’t concentrate on what was being said, only on the haphazard way it was being delivered to him.