"Shortly" in Prince's language meant "by the time you will return home if you get stuck in traffic jam". I got stuck in a traffic jam, then I missed my stop because of the crowd in the bus, waited ten minutes for a bus to take me a stop back, realised that I would've got home faster on foot and was a hundred meters away from the stop when I saw a bus I was waiting for drive by.
The sight of delivery men unloading boxes and (of course!) more flowers, while JJ talked with, presumably, their supervisor, didn't increase my rotten mood, but it did bring relief on the supervisor's face. As soon as he noticed me, his attention shifted from JJ, who hid in the house's long shadow from the rays of the evening sun, to me.
"You must be Diana Daraeva! Please, sign there." He offered me a delivery form and a pen. "Three chairs, a sofa, and a bouquet. Will you need help to get it inside?"
