"Just come get me this evening if you want to hang out,"

I clench my fist in embarrassment- I just met him, I don't even know his name. "Oh, uh, o-o-okay, I'll uh... I-I'll head back to my room... l-later..." He spits out, and I hear his shoes tap on the floor into my kitchenette. There's a light thud on the counter before he creaks my apartment door open and creaks it closed. I rinse my face and once the shower water starts turning cold I shut it off and get out, dry myself off with a ragged white towel. My phone buzzes softly in the other room. I let my towel fall to the floor, leave the closet-sized restroom and see a medium-sized box on my kitchenette counter. That must be the thing I ordered...