A round wooden table stood in the middle of the floor, surrounded by four matching chairs.

I pulled out the chair closest to the window.

I smoothed the wrinkles out of the napkin and folded it neatly over the top edge of the chair back.

The embroidered flowers caught the afternoon light coming through the window.

Arthur walked into the dining room carrying his empty coffee cup.

“I should get back to the office,” Arthur said.

“I have a new client coming at four.”