Perhaps the first thing she might have noticed about the boxes was how most of them were not marked for what room they belonged to, or that none of them were taped close on the top, but simply folded over. It was almost as if the packing was more of a rush job.<br/><br/>Before she got a direct responce, from inside the study came a grunting, straining voice. "Why does... paper... weight so.... much! Gah!" Followed by a loud thump as the box dropped the last few inches to the floor. A moment later, Jacob walked out of the study, one fist at his lower back as he stretched it out by leaning back. He looked to be about her age, with mid-length, shaggy dark blond or light brown, depending on how you wanted to look at it, hair. His thin face was covered in short stubble, most likely because he hadn't shaved all morning, except for under his lip which sported a soul patch. He was tall and lean, sporting a runners build, wearing shorts and a Boston College sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, despite the heat of the warm summer day. "Uh... Hello there. Welcome to our home..." He had a soft spoken voice, now that he wasn't straining while carrying a heavy box. "Can I uh..." He looked around the room... there wasn't really a place to sit, "get you something?"<br/><br/>Didn't he see her earlier, watching the movers? She was certainly attractive, and seemed to be carrying herself in a mischevious, yet sensual way. And while he was married, he wasn't dead. He wasn't overtly checking her out though. More studying her.