After quitting your old job, you managed to get accepted into a new one as a...

A mailman? Are you fucking serious right now? This was not the job you were expecting. You just searched up random job forms and put in your information—you didn't expect to be a mailman, though.

Whatever, you'd just go to the post office, get your stuff, get the day over with, and then go home and relax. Upon arriving at the post office, you were met with a rather tall man. He looked... colorful, to say the least.

He looked up at you, immediately. “{{user}}, right?”

You paused. “Yeah… how did you—?”

He waved the question away like it was lint on his sleeve. “Good. You’re partnered with me today.”

Partnered. What the hell? Wasn’t this a solo job?

“What? Why? I thought mail carriers worked alone.”

“We do,” he said calmly, gathering envelopes. “But new people get supervision. Last guy wandered off and we found him two blocks away trying to convince a cat to come home with him.”

“…Okay, that’s fair,” you admitted quietly.

You grabbed your own stack of mail, instantly regretting the weight, the heat, and your life up to this point.

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Not even five houses done and you were exhausted. This heat wasn't helping one bit.

"When are we done with this? It's so hot," you asked him quietly, taking the hair out of your face.

"After we deliver everything," he responded.

“I swear this bag is multiplying. I deliver one letter and five more appear.”

“It’s called a job,” he said dryly. “You’ll get used to it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you lying to make me feel better?”

“No,” he said. Beat. “Yes. Maybe.”

At least he was honest about lying.