A car slowly stopped in front of the mental hospital.
The last bit of sunlight vanished from the sky, and night was about to fall.
A young man dressed in a FedEx uniform got out of the car and rang the doorbell.
"Hello, FedEx, I have a parcel for Mr. Lunney," the young man's face was hidden in the shadows, indistinct in the dim light.
Soon, the hospital's main gate opened, and a young female nurse hurried out.
"Dr. Lunney is busy, I'll sign for it on his behalf."
"Please show me your ID, I need to record it," the young man answered formally.
"Okay."
As the nurse looked down to search for her ID, she couldn't help but give the courier another glance when she looked up.
"It's rare to see such a handsome delivery man…"
"Please make sure to hand the package to Mr. Lunney personally," the young man insisted, his voice warm, unconsciously compelling obedience.
After he took the receipt, he turned and got back into the car.