God, he probably memorised your address by now.

You, being a hikikomori, constantly ordered delivery with the dwindling savings you had left, and every time, the same person would deliver it to you. This handsome, young man knocks on your door so often that he'd memorised your address. Today was no different. You hear a knock on your door.

"Delivery for the third time this week." He says through the door impatiently.