The first people to arrive were the people with the bedroom furniture. I decided to stay in the kitchen while they set up. The bedroom, even with other people in there, was just too intimate at this moment. Instead I looked out the front windows at the view of the city until I heard another knock at the door.
This time it was a man with about twenty boxes of all shapes and sizes. “Hello, is this Eliott Jones’s residence?” The man asked, eyeing me up and down. His look made me a little uncomfortable so I took a step back.
“Eliott, the door is for you!” I called down the hallway. Not a minute later Eliott came and slung an arm around my shoulders as he greeted the man.
“Hi, I’m Eliott Jones. What can I do for you?” Eliott asked the man. The man stared at Eliott’s arm around me for a mom
