"Wait, I'm here!" Ruth called as she ran towards her front door, Her keys in her hand. She was slightly out of breath from running to her door, a delivery guy on her front door step. She had taken to ordering her groceries online, because she had limited time away from the grid and didn't want to spend it trawling around a crowded supermarket.
"You're late," he said, but he didn't seem that worried.
"I know," she said with a smile, unlocking the door. "Time ran away from me at work."
"High powered city job eh?" he said as they went into her kitchen.
"Something like that," she said evasively. "Thanks for waiting for me."
"No problem," he said, putting the bags on the table. "You're my favourite customer after all. The only one who doesn't shout or complain because I'm late."
"Mainly because I'm never here," she replied.
He smiled. "Hang on a minute, I've got more in the truck for you."
"Sure," she said, putting her keys down and beginning to unpack her shopping.
"Thanks very much," she said as he returned with the rest of her purchases.
"You're the last stop on my round tonight," he said. "So tell me, what does a beautiful woman like you do with your evenings?"
Ruth blushed slightly. "None of your business," she said firmly. But she was still smiling in spite of herself. It was nice to be called beautiful, no matter where the compliment came from.
"I'm serious," he said, hazel eyes staring at her with an intensity which made her slightly nervous. "Would you like to go out for a drink with me sometime? I'll lose the delivery uniform. I promise there's more to me than driving a truck."
"Look, I don't think that's the best idea in the world," she said slowly.
"Alright then," he conceded easily. He seemed to take the rejection so well that she almost changed her mind right there and then. But then one thing permeated her brain. Harry. She couldn't, no matter how nice it might be to be taken out and being treated like a lady for a change. After all, it had been a long time since she'd been taken out. "Well, I'll ask again next week when you've had a chance to reconsider."
"You don't give up do you?" she said, this time a full smile on her lips.
"I've been delivering your food for about six months," he said quietly. "You live alone, you're beautiful and clearly intelligent. The sort of intelligence that can't be hidden even if you tried. I know there's more about you than you show. And you have kind eyes. No, Ruth. I'm not giving up."
"Fair enough," she said, knowing from his attitude that arguing would be pointless.
"I'll see you soon then," he said with a cheeky grin, heading towards her front door. The door had just closed when she had a thought, and hurried after him.
"Wait a second," Ruth called as he was halfway to the van. "I don't even know your name."
"Oh," he said, still smiling. "Graham. See you soon." And with that, he drove away, leaving Ruth standing there, watching the now empty street.
I'm not sure I hid that very well at all! But tell me what you think! More if its wanted.