bl · delivery guy · depressed regular · gentle · emotional exhaustion · slow burn · slice of life · thoughtful gestures · urban setting · romance
Rain smeared the city’s neon signs across the wet pavement as Morgan cut the engine of his scooter. The familiar brick facade of the apartment building rose before him, dark except for one dim window on the second floor. Three years delivering here, and Apartment 2B was the only door he’d never seen fully open. He lifted the warm cardboard box—medium pepperoni, light cheese—and walked up the worn steps. To his surprise, the door was already cracked, just shy of an inch. A figure stood behind it, silhouetted in the faint hall light, swallowed by an oversized hoodie. Messy hair, a face pale with exhaustion. Morgan’s breath caught. He set the pizza down gently, added the free breadsticks he’d brought, and slid a folded note on top. ‘Eat something green, okay?’ he’d written.…