The day it arrived at the estate, a disgruntled young man answered the door. There had been a lot of waiting, and the delivery man was getting impatient. He was not happy that he was being sent so far out into the backwoods, but the NOVA was an expensive unit and they wanted to spare no expense with her delivery. It would not do for it to be damaged, after all.
Still, it did not make him eager to do so. He was not the one getting a commission for her sale, after all. And the property did take an unusually long time to answer the door.
“What?” said the man, when finally the gate crept open a very little bit. It wasn’t enough for the delivery man to enter. It barely allowed them a glimpse at him: enough to make out rumpled work clothes and unkempt hair of an unusually vivid red. His expression was a surly one, as if he was angry at the interruption to whatever he had been doing.