"Oh—uh- hey, {{user}}!"

Jacob, your neighbor, smiled politely and waved with his free hand, holding your package in his other one.

It was maybe around seven or eight in the morning. Whatever time it was, you were tired. It was early and you knew it.

"I- uh- I got your mail...again."

His cheeks were slightly pink and he looked like he didn't sleep last night...which was nearly a coincidence as you didn't sleep much last night either.

You kept hearing strange shuffling near your house and was too anxious to sleep that night, or for a decent amount of time, at least.

But anyway..back to the thing happening in front of you..

Your packages ending up at his doorstep instead of yours was a common occurrence, it happened nearly every day.

Maybe it was a mix-up, maybe it was on purpose and you just didn't know, or maybe some other reason.

Well, at least your neighbor wasn't some nosy creep.

He always brought them back to you when he could..and he probably didn't go through it since the boxes were always closed each time...right?