Getting Work Done {Evie}
Jun 24, 2010 22:47:07 GMT -5
Post by Ian Reeves on Jun 24, 2010 22:47:07 GMT -5
It was a week now since Ian and Evie had started getting settled in their apartment, and already he felt that they must have been here all their lives. Furniture and decorations shopping - though he'd mostly left the latter up to Evie, though he'd gone with her still - had taken up quite a bit of their time since then, though they did mostly have the furniture that was essential but there were still a few things to get. And then, some of the necessities like groceries - which had actually turned out to be one of the most expensive things so far, since they had to stock up on some of the basic things, like salt and pepper, spices, ketchup and such, the things that usually lasted longer and that you didn't have to buy every time - plates, bowls and glasses, forks, knifes and spoons, things like that. And in the midst of all of this, they'd only yesterday determine which specific colors they would use to paint the walls and now he'd just come back from buying what they'd stopped their choices on, along with paintbrushes and other things they'd need to paint the rooms, which was what they'd planned on doing today.
He walked up the stairs of the building to their apartment with the cans of paint, thanking the neighbor who'd offered to help him so he wouldn't have to go back down to get the rest and unlocking the door. He didn't know if Evie would be up yet, she'd gone to bed after him last night to wash the dishes they'd bought that day, which he'd offered to help with of course, and had for a while, but then they'd decided on her staying up late and his getting up early to get done what needed to be done. He walked inside the apartment and smiled when he heard the shower running, figuring that must mean she was up, bringing the cans of paint inside the living room, where he'd already put plastic sheets on the couches and chairs and other furniture to make sure it wouldn't get splattered with paint, heading over to the kitchen next and starting the coffee maker before making his way to the bedroom so he could get changed, putting on an old pair of jeans and an old t-shirt, going back to the kitchen to take out two cups, filling them with coffee when it was done just as he heard the shower stop. He prepared them both, knowing by now just how she liked hers, taking both cups in his hands as he made his way over to wait by the bathroom door until she came out.