Go and help

Not wanting to make a bad first impression Sam heads out into the front yard where the large man is organising the others like a military troop. "Um, hi."

The man turns and glares at him for a moment. "Who the hell are you?"

The harshness of the man's tone pulls Sam up short and he just gawps for a moment before a woman appears, moving next to him. "You must be one of Shelly's friends," she says with a smile. "I thought you must have beaten us here when I saw the car." Finishing the sentence she holds out her hand. "I'm Emma, and this is my husband Mike,"

A little relieved Sam takes Emma's hand with a smile. "I'm Sam." He tells her. "Yeah, I'm here with Shelly and her boyfriend James. I saw the car pull up and thought I'd come out to offer a hand."

This at least seems to improve Mike's mood as he dumps a suitcase at Sam's feet. "Carry that then." Mike says, storming towards the house.