"This is the last one, I think."
Karen stood back to survey the apartment as Jim angled the box through the door, kicking it shut behind him. He’d just set the box down – that’s improper lifting technique, Halpert she said – when the door flew open again.
“Yay, you’re here!” Pam threw her purse down and flung her arms around Karen’s neck.
“I don’t think I can handle you two as roommates,” Jim muttered, rifling through a box marked kitchen.
“You love it.” Pam said.
“Besides,” said Karen. “We promise to invite you over for strip poker.”
Jim just blushed.