Olie

Heard knock on the door.

"Coming."

Jimmy rushed for opening. He was in his upstairs storeroom, gathering some unused papers and files. Was about to put them on the box. It had long enough time to say that Jimmy did not care about his wastes. He just puts aside on the store room. After months, he boxed each of those for selling or for storing. He chose that day- Tuesday to fix those. He was fixing, and that time, he heard the knock from his front door. Quicker his steps while going down and open the door. His face got in collision. "Olie?" He says, trying to focus on his face. "Hey." Olie says, confirmed he didn't look much amuse in Jimmy's face. "Come in," Jimmy welcomes him politely even after knowing he shouldn't. While closing the door, Jimmy darted his eyes on Olie's hand for assuring he had no weapon with him. Though Jimmy didn't even think of it but he had no trust in uninvited guests.