Ryan awoke to his cell phone buzzing. He looked over at the Caller I.D. It read.
He knew what this meant. "Crap Jimmy's here already? I gotta get down there. Can't keep the boy waiting."
He tossed on yesterday's clothes and grabbed a pair of work gloves out of the box. Setting the door to look after he left, he bolted out. As he left he saw Natalie standing there, talking to a man.
Huh, he must be one of the new guys too. I better at least say something.
"How's she going there?" he called out quickly. "Gotta run, talk to yas later."
He kept on down the stairs and made it outside where his friend was waiting with his massive Chevy Silverado.
Always seemed unnecessary to have a Silverado in Toronto, but whatever, I ain't complaining now. Jimmy even managed to get his hands on a trailer from the looks of it. Added bonus.
"What are you doing up there, man? Catching up your beauty sleep?" Jimmy called out in his usual sarcastic manner.
"Calm down, Jim, I'm out now aren't I? Hey listen thanks again for helping me get my stuff out of storage. When I get the place setup, I'll have you and some of the guys over, and we'll party it up good."
"All right, sounds good man. Let's just do this quick. I gotta be at the sandwich shop by two."
Jimmy shifted into reverse and the big truck lurched backwards out of the parking lot, taking its occupants to Metro Self-Storage, Ryan's home of two weeks after his old apartment building was declared unfit for living in. That's always exactly what you want to hear about your home.
After a few minutes they arrived. "All right man, let's get this in quick, K?"
"Sure thing, Jim." They started to work packing Ryan's life into the back of the truck.