Lindsey had helped me chose Polo shirts, T-shirts, short- and long-sleeved shirts as well as knee-length shorts, jeans, and some slacks that could be casual or dressy. I got comfortable shoes and even a pair of sneakers. I hung much of it and put the rest in the drawers. I would be good for a while, I was sure.
When I went to the kitchen, I saw that Lindsey had one of my new frying pans on the stove.
“I hope you’re hungry,” he said. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
I sat at the table, noting that plates and utensils were already set on my new placemats. “You didn’t have to do this. I was going to order take out or something after you left.”
“Nah, I was going to eat by myself anyway, since Lisa is working late tonight. Here, why don’t you take out one of your new bowls, rinse it, then put in the mixed salad. Pull out a couple water bottles, too, and that salad dressing we bought.”
Since there was no arguing with him, I did as he asked.