Myles dropped a box in front of me.
I lowered down the magazine I was reading, then glanced up at Myles, who’s eyes were gleaming. He looks excited about something. I didn’t realize he had already returned here. He told me he was going out and was going to fetch something. Even though he doesn’t need to tell me everything he’s doing, I let him.
And now he’s back with a box.
“What are these?” I asked, inspecting the box right in front of me. Who knows? Maybe there’s a bomb inside.
“I’m going to move all of my things here.”
I stop, eyes narrowing and slimy. I gulped then took a glimpse at him from the corners of my eyes to see him still standing beside me while both of his brawny veined arms were placed just above his torso.
“Myles, we’re just neighbors. You can still go home to
