They sit cross legged on the floor, next to an impressive pile of collapsed boxes begged from the grocery store. Her hands hover over a collection of books from the living room, eager to begin.
He pushes the blade of the box cutter to the exact length he wants. Then, he carefully unwraps a spool of tape, where he had folded over a corner so that he could find it again. Turning to the first box, he tapes together the flaps on one side, then re-tapes them, the second layer of tape neatly overlapping the first.
She quickly fills the box, glad that it fits around their books. He starts taping the box shut, lengthwise, then crosswise, the strips of tape dividing the box into six equal squares. He tests the weight of the box, and decides to bolster the corners with more tape.
She watches, exasperated. ‘Why do you have to be so…particular?’
He smiles, saying nothing.
She smiles back, teasing now. ‘Is this how you are at work? What do your supervisors say?’
He’s grinning now. ‘They seem to like it.’