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Brent was sweating profusely as he dropped the final box down onto the tile floor of the apartment. “That’s the last of it.” He breathlessly spoke, wiping his brow with his forearm.
“Good job babe”, Amanda replied, un-boxing some of their clothes on the living room floor. She was impressed by her husband’s efforts in unloading the moving truck, especially considering that he wasn’t the blue collar type.
She gave her husband a once over, noticing that he was struggling to catch his breath. “Grab a Gatorade from the fridge. I just stocked it up with some drinks.”
He nodded, smiling, “Thanks lady.”
Amanda watched as he twisted open the bottle, desperately pouring the thirst quenching drink into his mouth. Brent wasn’t a large man, standing at about five-foot-eight inches tall, he was maybe an inch below average male height. His physique was rather ordinary as well, as her husband wasn’t one for the gym, or even recreational sports for that matter. He had recently turned twenty-seven, and Amanda couldn’t help but notice that her husband was starting to show some early signs of aging. Brent’s bald spot seemed to be growing at a rapid pace, and the late hours he spent on his computer didn’t help with his complexion or energy levels. Amanda unknowingly sighed, remembering how youthful and full of vigor her husband was when they had met at university. That was only seven short years ago.
Brent noticed her sigh, asking, “Whats wrong babe?” He wiped the excess Gatorade from the chin as the words escaped his mouth.
Amanda smiled, shaking the silly negativity from mind, “Nothing my love. I’m just tired.”
It wasn’t all bad, she reminded herself. Brent was now a successful software developer, with relative financial freedom. Amanda and Brent had recently decided to move to a quieter part of the country, Brent now able to manage his businesses from nearly anywhere. They were tired of the chaotic days that Southern California unrelentingly offered, and opted for a quieter suburb a few hours outside of Chicago. It was a beautiful area, but it would be several months before the construction was completed on their new home. In the meantime, they had found an upscale apartment complex about five minutes away from their future residence. Even more importantly than their well standing finances, Amanda and her husband also connected excellently on a mental level. They were both reserved, and shared interests in science, technology, and fiction. They were both rather shy, and both somewhat nerdy, especially Brent.
“Coming through.” The voice of Darius suddenly boomed from the exterior hallway. Amanda looked up, feeling those butterflies in her stomach once again. His six-foot-four, two-hundred and thirty pound muscle-bound frame moved through the entrance. He was carrying Amanda’s dresser. She looked up and couldn’t help but notice his large muscles rippling across his dark complexion. They had met Darius during their initial visit to the apartment complex a month previous, and Amanda always felt an electricity when he was around. It was strange, actually, Amanda didn’t often find herself intrigued by black men, but something about Darius captivated her. Her husband’s voice snapped her out of her inappropriate stare. “Let me help you with that”, Brent kindly offered, shuffling over to the door.
“No worries. I got this.” Darius replied, easily navigating the foyer and moving past him.
‘Not like you’d be much help anyway.’ Darius thought.
Darius liked Brent well enough. He seemed like a nice guy, but he also seemed uncoordinated and unsure, and he wasn’t much help unloading the truck. ‘I should have accepted the money.’ Darius regretted, shaking that thought from his mind. He had ran into the couple a month back, whilst they were scouting the complex for apartments. When he realized they would be moving in across the hall, he felt it only appropriate to lend a hand.