Morgan Parks.

You are really grumpy!

I felt that "someone" was moving beneath me, so I put the box aside and stood up. I turned around to help the person and when I saw that it was a man, by the way, really beautiful, I immediately extended my hand to help. But, of course, he stood up by his own rejecting my help. What a rude guy!I frown looking up because he was very high compared to me.

— Can you watch where you're going?—He said cleaning his non-dirty clothes.

I opened my eyes indignantly.

— Excuse me? I was carrying really heavy box and someone pushed me. So it wasn't my fault!—
I shouted and lifted up the box again ready to keep walking but he continued arguing.

— This was my last white clean shirt! You have to get me a new one! I am late for work.— he was complaining just like a girl does.

— Man, you sounded too girly.— I laughed mentally and pointed a clothing store.—You can but another one. I bet you can buy like a thousand.—

He rolled his eyes and entered to, what I thought it was, his house. I mean Mansion, it was a really beautiful, antique, enormous mansion. I shrugged and kept looking for the number. When I looked up I saw the address. But you know where? In that damn mansion. Yes, the heavy box was for the grumpy guy. Awesome. I knocked the door two times and waited.
He opened the door with his shirt half-buttoned and I think at that moment I was dead. I put those thoughts aside and looked at his face...

— You again? Did you brought me a new shirt or are you coming to bother? Because I don't have time.

— Actually, grumpy guy, this stupid box is for you— I extended it so he could held it.

— What? I didn't ordered anything. — he said denying.

I threw the box on the floor and took out a piece of paper that had the addresses of the packages.

— Do you live in 1850, Balt avenue?— I asked tired.

— I do.— He nodded crossing his arms.

— So, are you Aiden...— I squinted trying to read my letter.

— Mars. Yes it's me.— he ended for me frowning.

— So this is for you.— I pushed the box inside the house.— You have to sign here —I showed him and he signed doubtful. After that I went back to my broken scooter and waited for my friend.