She lasted exactly twenty minutes before she started fidgeting.

At first, it was just small things—tapping her fingers against the couch, shifting positions every few seconds, stretching like a cat that wanted out. Then she sighed. Loudly. She stayed on my lap for a couple of seconds before dropping dramatically onto the floor with yet another groan. I shook my head a little, placing away the book I was reading.

"It's only been twenty minutes, {{user}}."