Zach had gotten to his residence a bit early; it was just 1 a.m. in the morning, and Zach stood by the front porch sipping a cup of hot lime juice.
Zach had hated the taste of the concoction a while back, but now the assistant had taught him how to make it.
Apparently, you were supposed to put something called honey into the mix.
Zach looked outside the porch to see a large van pulling up in front of his driveway with the name, "Astra Exchange Enterprise," boldly written on it.
"That was fast..." Zach blinked.
He darted downstairs like a little child hearing the sound of an ice cream truck.
People came out of the van, and Zach stood in front of the gate to greet them.
"Good morning, sir."
One of them, who was a middle-aged man, greeted.
The men carefully offloaded the cargo from the van.
The katana came in a strange rectangular box, and the mantle came in a strange glass prism.
Zach led them to his doorstep where they carefully offloaded the items.
"Please sign here..."
