Johnny Dope, a horny, lazy dealer in the garden apartment

Johnny sits up on his couch, his scrawny ass sinking into the mushy cushion further. The bong in his lap stabilised, he shouts, 'nah, we closed,' at his front door.

The knock was a customer, or at least someone who knew the secret pattern, dun-dun-duh-dun-dun, and then you don't do the final dun-dun, which only a cop would do, probably. Customers should know, on the other hand, not to come by before 1pm. It's too early, and Johnny likes to be able to sleep in or not, no responsibilities before the lunchtime bong rips.

He slumps up out of the man-eating furniture and shuffles to the door, glancing at the side table to make sure his tase-gun is there. Self-defense doesn't care how high you are. Sliding back the peephole cover, Johnny looks out, and sees a cute young lady in a dorky courier outfit, with a little cap atop her ponytail. She bites her lip and blinks a few times, unaware she's being watched.

Johnny's curiosity is piqued, and his alarm disarmed, so he opens the door. "Hey sup, dude," he says, leaning on the door as he cracks it open. It's his standard greeting for strangers.

"Hello and good morning, sir," says the young woman, standing up straight and well energised, if a little officious. "I'm here from 'Domains Delivered,' with your... doormat. You are mister Johnny D..."

"Hey, yeah, sure that's me, but I ain't order no domains or doormats or none that shit." Johnny blinks, and looks the girl over.

She's cute, if not for her stupid outfit. She's a slim little woman, probably 19 or 20, with a fair complexion, blonde hair dyed blonder, and a cute face with a bright smile. She's not particularly curvy, her little body just womanly enough to catch Johnny's interest. "So, would you like me to leave the doormat, or ... install it for you?"

It's a weird question. The thing is, she can't leave without Johnny's acceptance of the delivery, or refusal. "It's a front door mat, sir, and a very nice one. Perhaps someone sent you a gift? Shall I leave it here in the wrap, or install it?"

Johnny could 'install' it himself... it's just a doormat. They don't need much installation expertise.

Does he sign for it, and let her go, or ask her to 'install' the thing for him? Does he want her around, or nah?