The hanger Macy slid her coat onto glittered as well. Noah frowned at the sandwich in his hand and set it back on the table, carefully. It thunked on the wood. He straightened up, eyes still on his girlfriend, watching as she disappeared into the kitchen. He heard the fridge open. "Okay," was all Noah said for a moment. He looked at the remote that was sitting on the couch. It too was useless and gold.
With somewhat tentative steps, Noah followed Macy into the kitchen. She was even acting somewhat cold. She hadn't bothered to hug him or kiss him or explain her mystical text message about the mayor being gold. For a second, Noah felt almost needy. He nearly recoiled at the thought of himself being such. He wrinkled his nose, then whipped his sunglasses off his head, and stuck them in the front pocket of his jeans. "Are you going to tell me why you texted me?"