Jake dug in his other pocket and took a cramped up stack of paper from it. And a dirty, old pen. He looked at the electric meter next to the light switch and wrote down the number on both papers. Then he handed Giselle both of them, "Aight, you'll need te sign 'ere, and 'ere. Name 'ere, residence 'ere and mobile 'ere case I gotta reach ye. Hazards and stuff, y'know". The brunette looked at the paper and saw it was a basic contract. It mostly guaranteed her privacy and that no one would meddle with her property, but also demanded that she would not store dangerous goods, no vehicles and didn't pass the keys to anybody. She filled out both pages, which were identical since Jake needed a copy and he definitely didn't look like someone who knew how to work a printer and copying device. Signature there, there and there. Done. Jake signed her copy of the contract and he had double checked the name and address on both. "Bank details are on ye contract. I need yer money roughly mid month. Got any questions?", Jake mumbled as he turned the light off and dropped the key into her hand. Giselle shook her head, "Thanks, Jake. I'll make sure you get the rent on time". The man smiled and walked away. It reminded her a little of an overweight penguin. Giselle chuckled and closed the garage door.

By the time she arrived at Annie's place, it was already dark. She squeezed herself through the door and yelled, "Honey, I'm home!". The sentence gave her sit-com vibes. Annie came out of the bathroom and tied her hair into a pony. The bob haircut had grown out and the blonde hair could be tied into a small pony now. The woman looked very different in that loose soccer shirt, spotted with dry, white paint and matching, spotted pants. "Uh, what are you doing?", Giselle asked and tilted her head. "We're going to pack up your stuff of course!", Annie said cheerfully. The brunette stood there, dumbfounded. "Go change! Now!", the blonde yelled. It made her girlfriend jump and scramble toward the bedroom. Five minutes later, Giselle had washed her make-up away and stood next to the blonde in similar wide and old clothes. Annie pulled a stack of folded cardboard boxes from behind the jackets in their entrance area and then they carried them over into Giselle's place.

No one had been here in days and it had a stale smell. Neither of them cared and they got to work. Giselle dug through her clothes and divided them into those she needed to drag to her mom's place and those that could go into storage. Annie had taken a detour downstairs to the paper trash and came back with spoils. A stack of old newspapers she wanted to use as wrapping paper for the dishes. The brunette slammed a pop radio onto the speaker and within minutes later they both sang a nonsensical refrain from Cardi B's latest hit.

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An hour later someone rang the door bell. Giselle stuck her head out of the bedroom and followed Annie to the door. Her girlfriend just opened it and waited. "Uh, who's that? I don't think we should expect company?", she wondered, slightly confused but trusting her girlfriend. "It's pizza!". "Pizza?", the brunette asked, dumbfounded a second time today. With the realisation she found her stomach grumble loudly. "Yes, pizza. You're hungry, right?", Annie laughed and tossed the courier a couple of coins. The bill was most likely paid online. Both sat down on the sofa with two boxes of steaming hot pizza. Before Annie could react, a brightly glowing Giselle took the woman's cheeks between her palms and she kissed the girl onto her lips. "Thanks, love. I have no idea how you managed all of this, but you're the best!", she confided and kissed those sweet, soft lips again. "Anything for you, sweetie", the blonde smiled and pulled back ever so slightly, "Let's have dinner!". "Arrrr!", Giselle imitated a pirate. Both laughed and dug in.

When they turned off the light in the apartment and switched over to Annie's place, it was late. They had worked tirelessly and managed to package everything. Every little thing. There was a pile in a corner, consisting of things that Giselle wanted to part ways with. She'd ask the moving company whether it was possible they took this and threw it away. Half of it was useless junk. A broken wooden box, a couple of plates, some old clothes, a pair of shoes, multiple scratched picture frames and different pieces of decoration that were dusty and had their colour fade. Nothing of it had sentimental value. "That was a lot of work", she mused and fell onto the sofa as she stretched her tired legs. "Fuck yes, I didn't know you could store so much stuff in so few cupboards and drawers. You seriously need to shrink your possessions!", her girlfriend complained, but received a poke into her ribs as response. "Hah, you wish, look around this place, you own twice as much shit as I do!".