“Do you want to order Chinese food?”
“Not right now, no. I want to talk about what you just said. What did you mean?”
“Oh,” she said, closing the magazine and throwing it across the room. “I just read something and it connected to some random thought, like magnets or something. And then I just blurted it out without thinking. It’s nothing.”
He scratched his chin, staring absently. Her cat jumped up on her lap, and she picked it up and set it back on the floor.
“You sure you don’t want Chinese food? I could kill for some Chow Mein.”