An Amazon.

The company, obviously, not a weirdo muscle girl with a fetish on **** and murdering men and absurd booby armor.

The company... in the person of a rather attractive thirty-something, working a dead-end job with no prospects. At least in Cali, he'd likely be "planning to make it big in the film industry" or something. Don't they all?

AAAAAAAnywaaaaaaay. You get your ideas like your ducks, lined and in check.

"I have several packages for ya Miss."

Good God, where did that guy come from? Alabama, that's where. You could bake a mudpie with that heavy, gravelly Mississippi accent. Yeah, guess seems about correct, the guy has a Confederate Flag tattoo on the side of the neck that you can barely see. It's pretty ugly and definitely ruins the good looks you initially thought he had. Why do people get such... "debatable" tattoos? Well, judging is bad, you tell yourself. Then you notice the packages. The volume. The number. You quickly amend your thought to "Judging strangers is bad. Judging your fucking tool of a boyfriend is bloody well deserved."

And here you are, standing in the cool doorway, draped in a tiny towel that does an inadequate job protecting your privacy and feelings from... ok, not really from prying eyes. That guy is either gay, very professional, or just too damn tired with his own long day to care at all.

"I can't really come in, due to company regulations during the Covid outbreak." he states. "Ya do need to sign for those six, the others are standard delivery." DAMN IT JAKE. You turn and grab a pen with your left hand on the table, before you realize your mistake. Of course it's electronic signing. It's 2020, not 1920... A bit embarrassed by your absurd move, you smile sheepishly and hold your hand out to sign the device he's holding out.

And of course, gravity picks that moment, when both your hands are taken and you're slightly bent forward, to exert its influence unto your life, or at least unto your towel. You're in front of a man you don't know, entirely naked, still pretty wet, cold, and unbelievably angry with your boyfriend, yourself and the Universe.