After a long pause, Phoenix said, "I left some books and documents here. I need them back."
"Oh..."
Yes, he still had some stuff with me.
I had forgotten about it since I had been busy working and getting myself together.
I didn't open the door. "Alright, Mr. Waller, give me a minute. I'll bring them out for you."
"I want to go in," Phoenix replied.
...
I was a little hesitant since we were divorced, but he was just here to get his things.
I thought our relationship would be officially over after he got his belongings.
When I opened the door, the cold wind rushed in.
Phoenix stood at the door, wearing a grey coat. There were snowflakes on his shoulders and head.
I was surprised. Didn't he park in the underground car park? Why did he have snowflakes on his shoulders?
Did he come from outside?
But I didn't want to pay too much attention to him, so I let him in. "I'll need a minute to pack your things up."