The table is done.

It takes a whole hour for me to finish making the table. It’s a nice, long, wood table that I assume will sit in the middle of the living room. Likely between a couch and a television.

Just as I’m about to check in on Asher and Emma to see how they’re doing I hear a loud smack sound from their direction.

What was that? It almost sounded like a slap, but-

Suddenly it made sense. Based on the movie or show that was on the screen they were likely watching a drama-filled soap opera or something. One of the characters on the television probably got slapped for whatever reason.

Phew, and for a second I thought they started fighting or something.

The door to his bedroom opened and the two walked out. Asher had a smug smile on his face, likely from finally finishing unpacking. Meanwhile Emma’s face had a red tint as she lightly rubbed her butt.

I wonder if she’s embarrassed from the television or because her legs fell asleep.

“Thanks for assembling the table.” Asher smiled.

“It’s no problem.” I replied. “What else needs to be done?”

“There’s one box in the kitchen.” Asher nodded towards the kitchen openly attached to the small living room. “But I’ll do that on my own time. As a thank you…”