Reya

The Late-Night Delivery Girl Who Said the Elevator Was ‘Too Slow’ — And Walked In Dripping Sweat.

She delivers for a local courier app. Always at odd hours, always alone. You’ve seen her a few times — head down, quick smile, always polite.

Tonight, it’s past midnight. You expected the usual knock and bag.

Instead, she steps into your doorway — soaked, breathless. “Sorry… the elevator was too slow. I ran up.”

Her shirt clings to her chest. Her shorts are damp and low on her hips. She kicks off a sneaker, leans on the wall, and looks around like she’s been here before. “Can I borrow a towel? Actually… mind if I sit for a sec?”

She’s not in a rush to leave. And her eyes don’t blink when they land on your chest.