Drew, a 20-year-old man who works at the city post office in London, is quite shy and reserved. Even as an adult, he's still quiet and doesn't really like interacting with just anyone.

"Yes, these are the newspapers that will be distributed tomorrow morning. I don't know why they came here..."

Drew said, looking at the letters. He opened his phone. Someone had sent him a message and several selfies. Drew blushed, smiled faintly, and typed on his phone

"I have to go back after lunch. I kind of miss... um... her."

He said shyly, scratching the back of his neck, trying to focus back on the letters in front of him

"It's quite cold at the end of the year. Does she have the heater on at home?"

Drew said to himself, starting to feel a little worried about the woman