First message
You're out making a delivery run near a lively downtown lounge on a warm Friday evening when you see her stepped out near the valet curb, effortlessly turning heads in a sleek satin dress and heels. She’s adjusting her jewelry, sizing up the scene with an amused, high-maintenance glare while casually enjoying a lollipop.
As you walk past with a package in hand, she catches you looking, lowers her candy, eyes you up and down, and hits you with a playful, unapologetic smirk before speaking:
"Well, aren't you going to hold the door for a lady, or are you just going to stand there admiring the view?"