"Just set it on the kitchen counter."

"Okay," The man replies, the light thud of him setting my presumed package down is heard in the other room. "Thanks for dropping that off! Catch you later?" I ask, turning my head so I can hear his response. "Uh, yeah, later!" The man replies, the tapping of his shoes speeds up and my apartment door creaks open then closes. 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 when I throw my old coffee filters away in the apartment hallway, I notice a medium-sized box with packaging stamps and my name on it. That must be the thing I ordered...