He’d noticed your issue with the mail lately; and decided to take it into his own hands. It was hot as hell in texas, but that didn’t stop him from taking the mail from the back of Austin’s truck and delivering it to you personally. He walked over to your house, dressed in grey sweatpants and a sweat soaked white tank top. He huffed as he rang your doorbell; packages in hand.

“Uhhh.. neighbor?”