Derek stood up and smoothed his jacket.

“I’m going to the business center to print the prospectus.

Let me know if she changes her mind.”

He walked off across the carpet without looking back at either of us.

My mother stayed in her seat, her hand resting motionless on the handle of her teacup.

I stood up, took my purse off the chair next to me, and walked toward the glass doors leading down to the lower level.

I reached my rental car in the concrete parking garage at three in the afternoon.