A shimmering glass caught her attention. The reflections mirrored the patterns in the tablecloth–sumptious, opulent stripes–and the liquid inside had left small, clear drops upon the sides of the glass.
The triangles shattered at the merest hint, the slightest mention, of the shrill alarm.
The extra warning was no good, though. By the time they heard the crash–television shows and emails proved distracting–nothing could be done.