“I know,” she said, studying her computer screen. “But I like to browse.”
He tapped his fingertips on the table.
“I’m going downstairs to run."
“Okay,” she sighed.
“I thought we might take a walk. It’s such a lovely evening.”
He remembered the last time they took a walk, stopping to talk with neighbors. It took an hour to go around the block.
“I just want to squeeze in a quick run and get to bed early.”
“Okay,” she said, picking up her romance novel and pulling out the bookmark.