“I’ve got a roast chicken from the market in my bag.”

He moved aside to let me in.

Scale models of office buildings sat on top of his glass coffee table.

“Look, I appreciate it, but Vanessa’s coming over soon,” Ethan said.

He rubbed the back of his neck and went over to the kitchen island.

He unrolled a set of blueprints across the counter.

He held the corners down with a couple of ceramic coffee mugs.

I put my canvas grocery tote on the cool granite.