I popped my new clothes in the washing machine and dryer. When I came back to the room, holding a hamper of my newly-washed clothes in my arms, I found Nicholas in the room. He was fixing something in the mirrors, which turned out to be built-in cabinets.
“What’s up, roomie?” I asked in a teasing tone.
“Oh, good you’re here,” he said. He pressed one of the mirrors and it opened smoothly, revealing the closet inside. It was empty. “I’ve cleared this so you can put your stuff in here. If later you don’t find the space sufficient, you can let me know.”
How very thoughtful of him. I wanted to argue that it wasn’t necessary but I knew that it was and I was thankful that he was sensitive enough to know this.
“Wow,” I said under my breath.
“You’re welcome.” Then he fished something in his p
