He turned and walked back into the hotel.

I watched him push through the heavy glass doors.

The twenty-dollar bill fluttered slightly in the breeze.

I set my empty coffee cup on top of it to keep it from blowing away.

On Wednesday evening I stood in my kitchen pulling apart a head of lettuce.

Chloe sat at the island with her phone flat on the marble counter.

She tapped the glass screen constantly with her index finger.