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Simon's eyes fluttered open just in time for the the morning sun to shine through his bedroom window. The morning was early, as he could tell by it's faint orange tint and after glancing at the time on his phone. It was 5: 40 am. He stood up from the foot of his bed, had a few stretches and grabbed his shower basket from his cabinet. He had only been staying in Redwood for two weeks, but Simon had already quickly adjusted to his everyday routine. His room mates and the other tenants, he could do more to get to know them. If only he wasn't so meek and awkward. It could take lot of work for him to be able to spark up a simple conversation. But it doesn't mean he completely avoids it. For his roomates, so far he had only talked to Itzel. She's friendly and sweet, he hadn't a hard time engaging a conversation with her and always enjoys every minute of it because of her personality. Very different from his initial expectations. The other one however, Robin, he never personally spoke with. He had only seen her once or twice, and never really knew that she was a resident of Redwood and also her being their other roommate until later. Although he doesn't know why, but that woman's mysterious air and dark stare would always make him nervous.

After he had a moment to fully wake himself up, Simon left his room and made his way to the communal bathroom. He didn't take long in preparing himself for the day. Having a quick shower and dressing himself with a simple plain fitted t shirt, brown journeyman shirt jacket and a pair of blue jeans and black boots. To finalise, he tied his hair up into a short messy pony. On his way down, he bought himself some bread and coffee to eat while he walked for work. The man he works for is his own uncle Thomas, his mother's older brother. The job he does at his fruit store isn't really a full time employment. Most of the time he just delivers produces, usually from 6 to 9 and will come back at five to help him close up. He usually has plenty of free time to do what he wants in between, before going to the bar for his other job as a bouncer. But this time he has the night off for the last job. The landlord was throwing a party that night, and after inviting him he was compelled to go. He also thought this could be a great way for himself to get acquainted with the others, come out of his shell and not make it seem like he's an anti social weirdo.

When he got to the shop, his uncle was already busy setting up some apples in the basket. "Well waddya know, finally decided to show early today eh." The stout old irishman shot him a grumpy greeting. Uncle Thomas is well over his 70's, still sharp and strong for his age. Although he's a grouchy old coot and his words may sometime come off as blunt and insensitive, he just really means well. Simon's lips curved into a joking smile [color=0072bc]"Good morning to you too, Tom."[/color] he greets in a monotone. "It aint gonna be a good mornin' if ya be missing the 6 30 delivery." He squints at Simon, while he goes on sorting the apples. [color=0072bc]" We having some early deliveries today?"[/color] Simon replied, finishing off the last sip of his coffee. He put aside his bag on top of the crates and walked over to the sets of boxes labeled, 'for delivery'. Uncle Tom sighed annoyingly "Hmph, it's the holidays, and suddenly people are needing boxes n boxes of berries." he scratches his big big crooked nose. "Best get on it, lad. The longer you stand there the quicker we waste time and money." [color=0072bc]"Yessir, Uncle Tom sir."[/color] Simon teased, but Uncle tom simple sneered at him.

 Removing his jacket and tying it around his waist, Simon hauled boxes of fruits with his strong lumberjack arms with light ease one on top of the other. He placed boxes after boxes on the back of the pickup to drive it down the customer's place. On a normal day, this is what he does. Hauling and driving to small town businesses or homes to get some fruits delivered. It's a menial job with low pay, but as long as he's earning he really cant complain. It took him more than the usual amount of time to finish his job having about after nine  deliveries that morning. And since the town is celebrating today, people might have plans for celebrating that involves their services, explaining the sudden explosion of customers in one day. 

[color=0072bc]"I'm going off."[/color] he bid his goodbye to Tom once his work time was over that afternoon."Right." Tom put away the last off boxes before he closes the stall. [color=0072bc]"Sure you don't want me to drive you home?"[/color] Simon asked concernedly. He always asks Tom if he can take him home every after work, but the stubborn old man would always refuse, unless he gets too lazy to drive then he'll let him do so. Simon walks him to his truck, "I can drive my own damn truck, son." he said, but in a way that is friendly and not condescending. "Besides, didn't you say you'll be attending some party, aye?" Simon had mentioned to his uncle about the party at the apartment. He nodded. "Well then, you best be getting your way and for the love of god dress your best. You dont wanna be looking like some loafer on the streets now. Ain't a chance you'd be snagging a pretty lady with that get up." Tom points at his nephew's rugged clothes. Simon looks down at his clothes double taking if it's really that bad, and meekly smiles at his uncle [color=0072bc]"It's not that grand of a party. "[/color] Tom touches the door handle, opening it as he sits inside his truck and stopped to answer his question "Then all the better." he yapped "You'd be the best looking, handsome gaffer in the bunch." Simon chuckled. He never really gave importance on his looks, the thought of him dressing up, being dapper and all, is almost laughable to him. 

"You take care now lad." Tom closes the door, and then drives away. He takes a deep breath, looking around his surroundings while he strolls on the streets. People are preparing for the event, and this will be Simon's very first experience of it. To say the least, he is nervous and excited to see how his life will go, what adventures he will run into, in this quirky little town. [color=0072bc]"I should probably get back to the apartment."[/color] looking at his watch he realised that it's almost 8. And he's a little worried that he had not brought anything for the party. He had to bring something.
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