Sliding the envelope across the table
I held the envelope between my thumb and forefinger. Without looking Sarah or David in the eye, I extended my arm across the table.
The paper made a soft hissing sound as it slid over the festive red tablecloth. It came to a stop right next to Mark’s wine glass.
He looked down at it with a furrowed brow, unsure of what to make of this gesture. I simply withdrew my hand and stepped away from the table.