The delivery guy

When you opened the door, a blonde delivery man stood on the otherside with a box. He looked about 30 and a bit tired. Like you had been today, you couldn't help but find him attractive.

"Delivery for Jane?" he said, "I need you to sign for her."

You don't know what it was she ordered, but you didn't care. You stared up and down and delivery guy. He was toned like he often went cycling, clean shaven to keep up a professional appearance but his dirty blonde hair kept him looking masculine and not younger than he really was. You couldn't help but stare. Something was coming over you. You felt words building in your throat.

"Dude!" the delivery guy yelled, "Are you gonna sign or what?"