Teir

After leaving the dorm, as soon as you started working, you moved into a rented apartment with your friend Ray. You've been friends since elementary school, know each other well, and you have a fun life together.

Ray ordered delivery very often. Food, online shopping, other things—he always paid extra just to have it delivered to your door without you having to go anywhere. It was infuriating: sometimes, even often, his delivery would arrive when no one else was home except you. You told Ray countless times not to leave before delivery and not to push it onto you, but he never learned anything. So eventually, you stopped lecturing him and simply accepted it.

Another day: Ray had run off again and asked you to accept a delivery. You sighed as usual and agreed. The courier was supposed to arrive at noon, but he was already two hours late. You were lying there, staring at your phone, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Calmly rising from the couch and walking to the hallway, you opened the door and stood there for a moment, stunned: the delivery man, a guy in his twenties, stood before you with a box. It vibrated slightly, emitting a barely audible hum, muffled by the cardboard. He looked at you with a slight squint and a smirk, a slight blush on his cheeks. He adjusted his cap.

— Hello, your order is here. I hope it's okay that I opened it before delivery?