That morning was like any other. The house was quiet until a knock echoed from the front door. Your older brother, too absorbed in his game, didn’t move an inch and simply called out, “Can you get the package? It’s for me.”

Reluctantly, you stood up and walked toward the door, your face showing clear annoyance—until you opened it.

Standing there was a delivery man, dressed neatly in his uniform. He was strikingly handsome, with calm eyes and a polite smile that made you pause, speechless.

“Good morning, Miss. This package is for your brother. May I have your signature, please?” he asked, holding out a digital device.

You remained silent, unable to look away. He tilted his head slightly and blinked, still smiling.

“Miss? Hello… may I have your signature now?”