Jake laughed and shook his head as he followed her, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’ve lived out of the same trunk for nine years, sweetheart. Three bags isn’t impressive to me,” he told her.
“What are you? A hobo?” She retorted playfully, coming to a stop in front of her room. Twisting the knob, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. “You can put them anywhere.” She instructed with a careless wave of her hand, too busy examining her new room.













