Just as Paul walked into the house with boxes in hand, Charlette and Charlene came back out of the bedroom together. Just a few more boxes, but Charlette hadn't quite realized how much crap she had accumulated in her short life already. She had drawn open the curtains on the windows in the front room there to allow more light to come in, though it would be getting dark soon. Charlette was wearing her ruffled pink button-up blouse with some white shorts that showed off her long, smooth, athletically toned legs. Her hair was in two neat little braids. Seeing Paul, she was immediately reminded of just how handsome he was in person. Her cheeks became a bit flushed, but she hoped he wouldn't notice.<br/><br/>"Oh, thanks, Paul. We'll get the rest."<br/><br/>Charlene gave a nod and a smile at him, and greeted him. "Hi there. I'm Charlene. I'd shake your hand but seems your hands are full. Nice to meet you, though, I've heard lots." She gave Charlette a teasing look and smile, and laughed a bit, as they walked past him to get the last boxes out of the truck.<br/><br/>They both came back in a few seconds later with the last four small, clear plastic storage bins, two to each of them, stacked atop each other, and sat them down in the bedroom.<br/><br/>"Well, I better get going now. Let you get settled all in. Call if you need anything, Char." Charlene said, pulling Charlette into a hug. Then she turmed to Paul, shaking his hand finally. "Again, nice to meet you, Paul. I'm sure we'll all be seeing each other again soon. You guys have a goodnight." With that, she got in her truck, pulling out of the driveway and up the street, leaving the two of them alone.<br/><br/>Charlette wasted no time in making herself at home, plopping down on the couch there. "Moving sure is a pain. I think I'll leave the unpacking for a little later. Not like there's any rush."