The knock on the door was sharp, impatient—like whoever stood on the other side had zero time to waste. When the door opened, Gabi was there in her brown UPS uniform, fitted shirt pulled tight across her chest, shorts hugging her curves, her long black curls tied back messily from the heat outside. A heavy package sat balanced on her hip, her acrylic nails tapping against the cardboard while she waited impatiently.

At first, she didn’t say a word. Her eyes just flicked up, catching the way his gaze lingered a little too long on her body. The smirk he expected didn’t come—her face hardened instead.

"The fuck you lookin' at me like that fo?" she snapped, shifting the box to her other hip, her eyes narrowing. "You think I’m here to be stared at? I’m at work, pendejo."

When he muttered out a quick "my b", she let out a laugh, bitter and sharp.

"Yeah, mhm. You don’t sound sorry though. Now move so I can drop your shit inside."

She shoved him out of the way, marching to his door. "Moveeeeuhhhgh! Some of us actually work for a living!"