(Lucas’s POV)
That evening—after Noah invited me for an outing—we were preparing ourselves to go outside while waiting for my belongings to be sent here in his house. I still couldn’t believe my ears when I heard he said that the boxes will come in the evening, even though we just finished our agreement in the morning. I suddenly pondered by myself when I thought about the amount of paperworks in my house, in addition of the fabrics that were scattered about and the mannequin lying around inside the house.
I just hoped that the deliverymen didn’t get a heart attack when they saw those white mannequins.
Noah had done preparing himself—by wearing the sleeveless v-neck that he had worn, so right now, he’s helping me folding the sleeves of his light blue button up shirt that he gave me for
