As they're sitting down, Sally twiddles his thumbs, nervous yet excited.
"Oh! How rude of me, would you like something to drink?" said Sally jumping up and out of his chair.
"No, no! I'm fine!" said the tall, handsome hunk of fluff. "I brought a water bottle. Just in case, y'know?" Sally nodded, a bit flushed. He scanned the room, looking for something to do. He knew he wouldn't be able to make conversation. Sally hears a creak at the door. He jumps, shocked, yet soon realizes it's only his wrinkly old man.
"Oh, hi dad," says Sally attempting to calm himself down. His dad glances over Sally's shoulder, looking at Gizmo.
"Who's this?" teased Sally's dad, winking at Sally.
"A friend of mine. Meet Gizmo, dad." Sally replied. Gizmo got up. Sally stared at his muscular, furry arms as he shakes his dads hand.
"I'm Henry," his dad told Gizmo.
"Nice to meet you. Do you need help with those?" asked Gizmo pointing at the multiple grocery bags on Henry's arms.
"Ah, yes," replied Henry, handing Gizmo an armful of groceries while leading him to the kitchen. Gizmo set them on the kitchen counter. Sally stood, watching from the small living room. He thought, how could such a handsome cat be living in such a shitty place like this? He pondered, watching his dad and Gizmo unload the groceries.
"I must be going now," said Gizmo, "I still have plenty to unpack as well." Sally nodded, yet wanting to bond with his future companion.
"I..I can help you unpack if you'd like!" Sally almost slips under his breath, looking up at this massive feline.
"Of course you can help if it's no trouble! The more help the better!" replied Gizmo.
"No, no! No trouble at all," Sally told gizmo, walking down the algae smelling hallways, reaching the elevator.
"Psh, kids," sighed Henry plopping down on the couch.
