"I haven't even ordered anything!" a fairly tall man with an athletic build argued with Ronny.

"It's been shipped here by mistake. I went through a lot of work finding out where it's going. Maybe the delivery truck just hasn't arrived yet, but it should get here today and soon. I can wait here for her... it to show up."

"I'm busy cooking dinner," the man grunted. Behind him was a room with a number of pots, tables, and appliances: some kind of kitchen from the looks of it. However, he didn't see anyone else.

Ronny sized up the man. He didn't seem like the type he could just pay off. In fact, it seemed he was hiding something himself.

"I won't get in the way."