One day Jason shows up at Tim’s work to drop off a package, and Tim’s just like ô_ô and he can barely sign for it because UM, wHAT (hot delivery guy?? In what universe???)
Jason comes by a couple of weeks later to deliver another one, and this time, he seems to be in a really good mood. Tim tries for small talk, KNOWS he sounds like an idiot when the first thing that comes to mind is, “Isn’t it kind of hot out for, you know, biking everywhere?”
And as Jason’s looking over the form, he offhandedly murmurs, “I’m used to being hot.” AND HE MEANS IT, LIKE, IT’S SUMMER, IT’S ALWAYS HOT but Tim has to bite his lip from saying something wildly out of character and inappropriate, and he just can’t even put together words after that, and Jason raises an eyebrow, not quite catching the snafu and gives Tim an awkward two-finger salute before leaving.
TIM DIES INSIDE. He doesn’t get crushes. Especially not on strangers?? But This is wILD and when his college buddy Kon calls Tim brings it up and Kon’s like, “ASK FOR HIS NUMBER!”
It’s two weeks later and Jason shows up again, and it’s awkward - it’s SO AWKWARD but Tim says, “Uh…do you…have a number?”
And Jason’s expression changes and Tim’s heart gALLOPS as Jason scribbles one down and passes it off. “Call anytime,” he says, and it takes Tim THREE DAYS to rustle up the courage to dial those ten digits, and his world SHATTERS when another voice answers, “WE Deliver, how can I help you?” and he hangs up because he hadn’t been asking for Jason’s WORK NUMBER (-kicks a can-).
Kon tells him to try again and Tim refuses- it was hard enough the first time and he just resolves that this is okay, he’ll get over it, it’s not like hE CARES - he lived and breathed BEFORE Hot Delivery Guy™, he’s sure he will survive.
But a couple of weeks pass and Jason shows up and he has an envelope addressed to Tim, and Tim opens it in confusion, only to find another envelope tucked inside, the words ‘give this back to the delivery guy’ and Tim, too distracted by his own awkwardness to THINK just hands it over - and Jason, baffled, rips the edges off and pulls out a piece of paper, eyes darting up to Tim’s as soon as he’s done.
Tim frowns because, well, THAT was weird but Jason immediately apologizes and leans over Tim’s desk to grab a sticky note, and he’s close enough that Tim feels a scarlet flush race from his cheeks to his ears and all the way down his neck - and then Jason’s jotting something down, and when Tim finally looks at the paper, he realizes it’s a phone number.
“Call THIS number,” Jason says, and he scoots it towards Tim, and sets the letter down beside it. “Maybe after six though. I should be done by then.”
And Tim watches him leave with his eyebrows drawn inward, mouth slightly parted, wondering wHAT JUST HAPPENED
and he open the letter and feels his face light on fire and thinks, ‘Kon, I’m going to MURDER you’.
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Dear hot delivery guy I’ve been hearing about for months,
Please rewind time and give Tim (guy sanding in front of you) YOUR number, so he can treat you to an evening full of 80’s movie references, video game humor, and a detailed analysis of how Han did indeed shoot first.
If you don’t like Star Wars, pretend you never saw this and know that the whole world is judging you.
Kind regards,
Friend trying to help a bro out
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