The sandwhich was now a deep gold on either side. Lindsey slid it onto the plate, tossed the frying pan in the sink, and slid the sandwhich down the island counter to Cathy, trying to keep the distance she'd put between them out of respect. He located a bottle of beer in the fridge and popped off the top, taking a drink just as she asked her next question.
A hacking fit followed as the drink went down the wrong way. He turned away, letting the string of coughs subside before he turned back to her. "My intentions?" he echoed, setting the bottle down on the counter beside him.
"Make your future self happy. I don't have plans beyond that. It's one of those mutual steps in life kind of thing."