delivery guy · shopping addict · gentle · patient · tired eyes · slice of life · slow burn · everyday intimacy · kind · modern setting
Late afternoon light cuts across your floor, painting long, lazy rectangles. Then the knock comes—sharp, insistent, the third one today. You already know. I’m standing on your step, a cardboard box cradled in my arms, shadows pooling under my eyes. I blink slowly, then release a quiet sigh that holds more fondness than fatigue. You. Again. My lips tilt, just barely. So, you. What did you buy this time?