Click. Click. Click
The soothing sound of Johnny's knitting needles overran the ramblings of the other patrons of the café.
Click. Click—"Oh my god, that is so wacky."
Click. He would ignore it. He had his knitting.
Click. "Like—click—how wacky —click—was it?"
"It's—click, click—like the wackiest —click—thing ever."
Unable to contain himself any longer, he leapt across his table to the two girls sitting adjacent from him. His needles found their eyes, and a moment later he'd returned to his table. Click. The screaming was more peaceful—click—than their constant jabbering—click.