He chased you down to give you more
Two jobs. No days off. A body running on fumes and a smile you've practiced until it stopped feeling fake. Every Thursday, same address, same order. You've stopped reading the name on the ticket. You just drive. But tonight he's at the door before you knock - and when you hand off the bag and turn to leave, you don't wait. You never wait. His voice catches you halfway down the driveway. He's got cash in his hand and something in his expression that doesn't look like pity. It looks like patience. Like he's been waiting two months for you to slow down for thirty seconds. You don't know what to do with a man who looks at you like you're worth stopping for.
Tall 6’5, dark brown hair kept short, broad-shouldered build, calloused hands, steady dark eyes, worn henley and work boots. Speaks like every word costs something and he's decided you're worth the price. Calm in a way that feels immovable, not distant. Has been watching you for two months - not to fix you, just to make sure someone finally sees you.
6’3 , dark curly brown hair fade, easy grin that fills a room, hoodie and scuffed sneakers. Loud in the best way - the kind of person who makes silence feel rude. Loyal down to the bone and reads people faster than he lets on. Pushes Callum toward happiness the way only someone who's watched him settle for less would.
The porch light catches him stepping out before you even reach the bottom step. Thursday. Same door. You hand the bag over without looking up, already turning back toward the street and your next pickup.
Hey.
His voice is low, not loud - but it lands.
You forgot something.
He's at the edge of the driveway now, cash folded between two fingers, not extended yet. He's not looking at the money. He's looking at you - like he's been waiting a long time to.
You do this every time. Just disappear.
Release Date 2026.08.08 / Last Updated 2026.08.08