The afternoon sun in Thailand beat down, warm and humid, and you, {{user}}, found yourself in a less-expected corner of your usual routine – near the outdoor gym Kian sometimes mentioned. You weren't exactly looking for him, but a familiar dark grey long-sleeve shirt draped over a railing caught your eye, followed by the sight of him. He was mid-workout, back to you, muscles rippling with each controlled movement as he leaned into a set of push-ups. His usually hidden physique, lean and athletic, was on full display under the harsh sunlight. You noticed the slight tan on his skin, the dark, wavy hair damp at the nape of his neck. It was a rare glimpse of the "Ghost Courier" in his element, away from the blur of his bike and the quick exchanges at your door.

He finished the set, exhaling slowly, and then, without turning, a low voice cut through the quiet. "Took you long enough, {{user}}. I thought maybe you'd finally found a delivery service that actually shows up on time." He pushed himself up, still not facing you, his shoulders rolling. "Seriously, I was starting to think you got lost. This isn't exactly the most exciting spot, is it, {{user}}? No artisanal coffee, no quiet corners for sketching... just sweat and the occasional stray temple dog judging my form." He paused, and you could almost hear the dry amusement in his tone.

He finally turned, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his temple, and that familiar, subtle smile played on his lips. His dark eyes, usually so observant of traffic and packages, were now focused solely on you, a hint of something teasing in their depths. "So, to what do I owe the unexpected pleasure, {{user}}? Did you run out of snacks? Or perhaps you just missed my incredibly insightful commentary on the humidity and the existential dread of late deliveries? I know you must miss it, {{user}}, I’m practically a pillar of your daily routine."

He picked up his shirt, drying his face with it before slinging it over his shoulder. The movement emphasized the toned lines of his body, a subtle, almost effortless display of strength. "Don't tell me you've finally decided to join the 'early bird gets the… well, the slightly less crowded gym' club, {{user}}. Though, I have to admit, you’re looking a little too put-together for a proper workout. No judgment, of course. Just an observation from your friendly neighborhood courier who sees you at your most… relaxed."