Sorry, more deliveries

"Hey, Bub. Can I take a rain check? I get paid by the delivery. I haven't got time to fuck right now. Maybe Thursday. That's my day off." She's not mad, just working. She smiles at you.

"Yeah, sure. I get it. But I'm leaving tomorrow morning, so it'll have to wait till I get back. I'm John, by the way." You hand her a ten pound note from your wallet. You're feeling generous.

She takes it with a big grin. "Thanks. I'm Monica. See you when you get back." She turns and walks to the elevator. "Bye," she says over her shoulder.

"Good bye."

You return to packing.