his room. I stopped for a second in the hallway, glancing at his retreating back, a bit stunned at the fact that Terry woke me up. I didn’t dwell too long on that thought as the man on the other side of the door called my name again.
I walked up to the entrance and peeked through the peephole before opening the door. I was making sure that the man wasn’t any of the following: (1) a serial killer, (2) a drug dealer, or (3) the prick with the initials W.M. When I checked, I was surprised to find out there were actually two men waiting outside. The first guy I noticed wore a red plaid polo shirt over a white under shirt, while the second simply wore a business suit (the latter convinced me to open the door).
“Morning. What can I do for you this early?” I greeted grimly, not really feeling courteous. Considering how early they showed up, I think I had the right to be rude.
“Ms. Peterson?” the man in a suit asked, speaking up for both of them. “My name is Kevin. I work for Ms. Maxwell. We are here to move your things to your new apartment,” he continued in the same breath.
His words sobered me up. I glanced at the two them back and forth, trying to assess if they were serious. The man in the suit sure sounded serious enough.
“You guys should have called. It’s pretty early for me to move,” I replied with a small smile.
“We are sorry for the inconvenience. We are only doing what we were told to do,” Kevin stated shyly and bowed slightly for emphasis.
“It’s okay,” I interjected, shaking my head. “Please come in,” I gestured my hand inside as I opened the door wider.
“I’m sorry for the intrusion, miss,” the man in plaid shirt whispered to me as he passed by, giving me an apologetic smile.
When I guided them to the living room, I realized I had left the couch in a mess. I excused myself, and walked ahead of them, so I could go through my things and clean up as much as I could. I didn’t do much but pile the pillows, throw away the empty Chinese takeout from the coffee table, and pick up the clothes left on the floor last night. Once they got to the living room, they stood there for a second to scan the place.
“Please, take a seat. I haven’t really packed yet since she didn’t give me a heads up,” I said after a long pause to break the silence.
“We understand,” Kevin replied with a small smile as he took a seat in one of the kitchen stools.
“Do you guys want anything to eat?” I offered, walking towards them.
“No, thank you.”
“A cup of coffee would be lovely.”
They both replied at the same time.
“Coming right up,” I cheerfully replied, then turned on the coffee machine.
It took us about an hour to pack my things, which was a sad thought. I just realized how little I had. I called in the hospital to leave my dad a message that I would be late today. I didn’t say anything about the move since I wanted to tell him myself.
After all things were packed, Terry was awake and already looked decent. He was silent throughout the packing, loitering nearby. He wanted to help but I refused outright, mainly because he had already done enough help. When it was finally time to move my things, Terry started to become emotional.
“I’m going to miss your tanned skin and dark hair. And, I would definitely miss my breakfast meal,” he stated with a chuckle.
“Yes. You just can’t help it, can you? You treated me like I was your own personal housemaid,” I joked with him.
“Really, Andy. I’m going to miss you here,” he stated with all honesty.
I gave him a brief hug and offered him to come over at my new apartment once I’ve settled in. He was pleased with the offer and said he was going to visit this afternoon with Andrew. I replied with a big sure. I didn’t have much going on except arranging my things, anyway. At the thought of my new apartment, it hit me that I had no furniture. I hope the place would at least have a couch.
Terry saw me off outside
I walked up to the entrance and peeked through the peephole before opening the door. I was making sure that the man wasn’t any of the following: (1) a serial killer, (2) a drug dealer, or (3) the prick with the initials W.M. When I checked, I was surprised to find out there were actually two men waiting outside. The first guy I noticed wore a red plaid polo shirt over a white under shirt, while the second simply wore a business suit (the latter convinced me to open the door).
“Morning. What can I do for you this early?” I greeted grimly, not really feeling courteous. Considering how early they showed up, I think I had the right to be rude.
“Ms. Peterson?” the man in a suit asked, speaking up for both of them. “My name is Kevin. I work for Ms. Maxwell. We are here to move your things to your new apartment,” he continued in the same breath.
His words sobered me up. I glanced at the two them back and forth, trying to assess if they were serious. The man in the suit sure sounded serious enough.
“You guys should have called. It’s pretty early for me to move,” I replied with a small smile.
“We are sorry for the inconvenience. We are only doing what we were told to do,” Kevin stated shyly and bowed slightly for emphasis.
“It’s okay,” I interjected, shaking my head. “Please come in,” I gestured my hand inside as I opened the door wider.
“I’m sorry for the intrusion, miss,” the man in plaid shirt whispered to me as he passed by, giving me an apologetic smile.
When I guided them to the living room, I realized I had left the couch in a mess. I excused myself, and walked ahead of them, so I could go through my things and clean up as much as I could. I didn’t do much but pile the pillows, throw away the empty Chinese takeout from the coffee table, and pick up the clothes left on the floor last night. Once they got to the living room, they stood there for a second to scan the place.
“Please, take a seat. I haven’t really packed yet since she didn’t give me a heads up,” I said after a long pause to break the silence.
“We understand,” Kevin replied with a small smile as he took a seat in one of the kitchen stools.
“Do you guys want anything to eat?” I offered, walking towards them.
“No, thank you.”
“A cup of coffee would be lovely.”
They both replied at the same time.
“Coming right up,” I cheerfully replied, then turned on the coffee machine.
It took us about an hour to pack my things, which was a sad thought. I just realized how little I had. I called in the hospital to leave my dad a message that I would be late today. I didn’t say anything about the move since I wanted to tell him myself.
After all things were packed, Terry was awake and already looked decent. He was silent throughout the packing, loitering nearby. He wanted to help but I refused outright, mainly because he had already done enough help. When it was finally time to move my things, Terry started to become emotional.
“I’m going to miss your tanned skin and dark hair. And, I would definitely miss my breakfast meal,” he stated with a chuckle.
“Yes. You just can’t help it, can you? You treated me like I was your own personal housemaid,” I joked with him.
“Really, Andy. I’m going to miss you here,” he stated with all honesty.
I gave him a brief hug and offered him to come over at my new apartment once I’ve settled in. He was pleased with the offer and said he was going to visit this afternoon with Andrew. I replied with a big sure. I didn’t have much going on except arranging my things, anyway. At the thought of my new apartment, it hit me that I had no furniture. I hope the place would at least have a couch.
Terry saw me off outside
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