Post by François Laffont on Aug 24, 2015 16:31:47 GMT -6
Franck wondered for a time if he should take a room in the college dorm this year. He wanted to prove his father he was becoming an adult. But he opted out at the end. Despite how it would make his life easier if he wanted to meet with his friends, and lover, he didn't want to take a place from a student who might need it more than he did. After all, his father lived in town and he lived with his father. Plus he was pretty used by now to use the bus all the way to Bellefonte. Owning a car might be a good idea but it was not something he was bugging his father about. It cost a lot of money and Franck was always cautious not to ask too much out of people.
All this to say it was not his boxes he was moving throughout the hallways to one of the college dorms. Elsa had so kindly asked for Ellen and himself to help the students who had to move out of the high school dorms into a college one, as well as any new students who moved in and this was what he was doing. Ellen was... to be true, he had no idea where she was. He tried not to pay too much attention, even though he was well aware that he was likely doing all the work here. That too, he preferred not to think about. He just had a more helpful nature than Ellen. She would likely use another term but he’d say that.
“There you go, that should be the place,” he said as he reached a door. He had no idea what was inside the box he agreed to carry but it was pretty heavy. Unless it was the bag she added on top of it, blocking most of his sight that was. But his money was on the box. “They must have given you a key, non? I don’t know exactly which room you have in it but I can place the box in it if you open up first,” he added in his most charming French accent.