He pushed away from the island and picked up his phone from the granite counter.

The screen lit up with a notification, but he swiped it away before I could see it.

“Look, I have to call the caterer about the deposit,” Ethan said.

He walked out of the kitchen and closed the hallway door behind him.

I picked up the knife and stared at the remaining peppers on the board.

The bell above the door of the local coffee shop chimed loudly.

I set two large iced coffees on the small metal table near the window.