Return to sender

Special sender

Perhaps sending your reply by courier was a little overboard, however as you passed the letter to the man in brown, a twinkle of excitement grew in your chest. You didn't know if this particular person would be delivering the note, but went for broke regardless.
"Do you drive all that way?"

"Will be today, Miss. Few drop offs in that direction."

"How long does it take?"

"Well, after I've stopped at two other towns, this will be my third so maybe..." He screwed his face up in concentration. "Four hours?"

"Shit." Signing the paperwork, you knew that no one would question this, free reign given to dictate which items required special attention. "You have to come back again?"

"No, not tonight. I'll stay over there, find some crappy motel." The driver grinned, your receipt handed over as he winked. "Whoever gets this is in for a treat."

"Huh?"

"Nice perfume. Have a nice day, Miss."

"Thanks..." Tilting your head, you smiled strangely at the guy and watched him climb into his van, long journey ahead of him with your precious cargo on board. Four hours. It was nearly 2pm now so perhaps your correspondent wouldn't get it until tomorrow after all. You sighed, keeping everything crossed that the self proclaimed grump would still be in his office that late.

"Hey (F/N)?"

"Yea?"

"Me and Jean are going back to that place after work, you wanna come? They do the most fucking amazing cheesy fries."

"I can tell, you've still got some stuck to your chin, Eren." Grinning bashfully, the tanned male wiped at the stringy substance and shrugged. Thinking about it, you could do with a distraction to take your mind off the delivery in progress and nodded. "Sure thing, I'm in. What beers do they have?"

"Oh everything (F/N). So many different ones it's unbelievable. We didn't have one at lunch, though…" You knew he had, but kept quiet - one didn't matter, any more and you'd send him home for fear of the man getting stuck in one of the machines, something that sadly had somehow happened before. "So, I'll go take these boxes up…"

"Just don't breathe on anyone Eren. Or eat a mint at least." His mouth gaped momentarily before he gave a small chuckle. There was no fooling you and he did as asked, popping some gum and trying to forget the time his clothing had become tangled in the shredder, a memory he'd rather not recall.

"Yo Eren, where you going?"

"Taking these up to the floors. Courier deliveries, private and confidential." He loaded his trolley, back turned to Jean as the other man continued.

"Can I come?"

"What? No! It doesn't take two of us, you idiot."

"Yea but there's that new guy in human resources. I want to ogle." Eren flushed, anger creeping into emerald discs and you stepped in to avoid a confrontation.

"Jean? Ogle on your own time. Eren? Don't punch the new guy." Feet stormed off to the accompanying sound of squeaky wheels and you watched the shorter of the two disappear into the service corridor, headed for the elevator and hopefully an uneventful trip. You turned to the remaining member of staff, smug smile letting you know that Jean had enjoyed himself. "Why do you wind him up so badly?"

"Because it's fun, (F/N). Eren has no control over his temper and I like to exploit that fact."

"Watch yourself, Jean. One day he won't forgive you." Leaving it on a warning, you busied yourself with the few odd bits that needed finishing prior to the main bulk of outgoing which had to be sorted, but not before you saw a flash of remorse on the light haired man's face.