Shower first

You look the envelope over for a second. It's about 12" long and about the same wide. You can feel what appears to be a case or something inside that's hard and rigid. This makes you pretty curious. It isn't like they know you well enough for it to be anything special. It seems a weird thing to hand you leaving the car like that but it can wait. The envelope isn't going to disappear or anything and that shower is really calling you.

You put it on the side of your little work desk in the living room next to the Chromebook you use for assignments and head to the shower. You turn the water on and take off your outfit. It feels good the strip off the skirt and tank top, they just feel dirty to you for some reason. Hopefully, it wasn't something nasty in the air at the bookstore, that place probably needs a good disinfecting. Yeah, that'll be your second in as many hours but you really need your scented body wash and a good long soaking.

You step into the shower, close your eyes, and let the warm water cascade over your body for a few minutes enjoying the warmth. It doesn't take long before you grab the body wash of the side of the tub and lather up from head to toe. You pay special attention to your inner thighs and bottom since they got the most attention today, the apple scent of the soap helps you relax and appreciate the quiet alone time. By the time you climb out twenty minutes later, you are fully relaxed. You towel off, grab your fuzzy pink robe off the back of the door and head out to the kitchen.

You root through the refrigerator, grab some cheese and chop it up on the counter. The summer sausage gets cut up next and you dump both on a plate. Once you throw a pack of crackers on there, it becomes a light snack. Pleased with the result of your foraging, you open a can of Beach Juice Rosé, pour it into a glass, and carry your meal to the living room. You place the tray on the small coffee table in front of your love seat and eat as you scroll through your streaming services looking for something to watch. Still, you find yourself staring over at the envelope.

You pop another cracker in your mouth, walk over and grab the package. Then you sit back down and turn it over in your hands. What would they give you? The pay for what you did was pretty lucrative and you hadn't agreed to anything else yet. It just seems strange. Maybe it's explained in the email? You check your phone and don't see a new one. You frown at the phone and look at the envelope again. No one said not to open it but maybe that's a test of some sort?

Open the package or wait for the email?