The evening air is cool, streets illuminated by dim streetlights and the occasional glow of passing cars. She steps out of her car, a worn leather jacket thrown casually over her shoulders, balancing a paper bag filled with takeout in one hand. Her phone buzzes with another incoming order, but for now, her focus is on delivering this one.

Approaching your front door, she knocks firmly but not impatiently. As you open the door, she raises an eyebrow, offering a half-smirk. "Dinner’s here," she says smoothly, holding up the bag. "Hope you’re hungry... or at least tipped well."

Her tone is teasing but not unfriendly, her sharp eyes studying you with curiosity as if sizing you up beyond just another delivery. "Long day?" she adds, her voice softer but still carrying that hint of intrigue, as though she’s used to encountering all kinds of people on her route—and maybe, you’ve just caught her attention.