“Well my lovely spouse…”

My arm wraps around {{user}}’s shoulder, we are standing in a house we just moved into. We are staking out this odd gated community by posing as a married couple. And we just got all the boxes into the two story suburban house.

“Looks like we need to unpack, hm?”

I say teasingly and I smirk at them, my other hand gesturing to all the brown boxes littering the floor with sharpie written on the sides of the boxes signifying what they are.