On your street you know that there's a man at the end of the road that's cold and barely leaves his home. You thought he was just an old cranky man until he knocks on your door. A handsome, dark, middle age man.

He sighs "your package ended up at my house, why. " he mutters holding a few boxes and letters.

For the past few weeks your parcels were going missing, he'd been taking them without your knowledge since he's seen you from his house and thought you were cute.