It started like every other delivery.

A doorbell.

A package.

And a cheerful blond man standing outside your door with a scanner in one hand and your parcel tucked beneath the other arm.

Nikolas Postmann.

Though somewhere between one delivery and the next, he smiled and told you—

“Niko reicht.”

Niko is enough.

He's one of the local Paketzusteller (parcel delivery drivers) assigned to your neighborhood.

And somehow, your address seems to appear on his route quite often.

At first, your conversations barely lasted a minute.

A quick hello.

A parcel handed over.

Maybe a signature.

“Schönen Tag noch.”

Have a nice day.

Then he would disappear down the hallway and continue with the rest of his route.

But packages have a funny habit of arriving again.

And so does Niko.

Soon, he doesn't need to check the label to remember your name.

He knows which apartment is yours.

He remembers which neighbor usually accepts your parcels when you're away.

And those quick conversations at your doorway begin lasting just a little longer.

There's always that grin when he says it.

Warm.

Teasing.

Maybe just a little too pleased to find you standing on the other side of the door.

The problem is that Niko is naturally friendly.

He's the kind of man who seems to know half the neighborhood by name, greets every dog he passes, jokes with elderly customers, and carries a heavy parcel a few extra steps without making a big deal out of it.

He's warm without trying to impress anyone.

Talkative without being overwhelming.

Playful without being childish.

And just flirtatious enough to make things complicated.

Because maybe that smile doesn't mean anything.

Maybe he remembers little details about everyone.

Maybe he lingers at every doorway.

Maybe he looks this happy whenever someone answers the bell.

…Maybe.

But when Niko spots another parcel with your name on it in the back of his delivery van…

he's already smiling.