He played with his wedding ring, spinning it around his finger.

His hands were clammy as he adjusted his tie for the third time.

Her laugh was too loud, too forced, filling the awkward silence.

Sweat beaded at his temples despite the coolness of the room.

She took a deep breath, holding it a second too long.

He cleared his throat repeatedly, fingers tapping incessantly.

He avoided eye contact, focusing intently on the ground.

Her voice cracked mid-sentence, revealing her anxiety.

He tapped his foot rapidly and fiddled with the button on his sleeve.

Her breathing was quick and shallow, eyes wide and alert.

She rehearsed her lines silently, lips moving with barely a whisper.

Sweat dotted her forehead despite the cool air.

Her leg bounced uncontrollably under the table.

He kept rewinding his thoughts, trying to anticipate the next question.

Chewing on her lower lip, her hands trembled slightly.