“Yeah, I know.” John, wide-eyed, stared at one couple. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” He opened the calculator on his phone. “Sweetheart, what’s your exact height?”
“Four-two.”
“Okay, I’m six-nine, so…”
John crunched the numbers.
“Plus, a sixteenth inch.” Jill smiled.
After determining a solution, John raised his index finger, “Aha!”
“What?”
“The ratio of our heights is the golden ratio. Everyone’s staring because we’re aesthetically pleasing.”
Jill grabbed John’s hand and walked with her head held high.