Lila
She was safely back at her apartment, though feeling very sore, before the knock came. When she opened the door, Josh was there, frowning. The courier stood behind him looking pale and shaky.
"What did you do to the poor boy, Josh?" she asked kindly, holding out her good hand for the package.
"Were you expecting this?" Josh said gruffly.
"Yes, I'm sorry. It's from a friend—for the wedding, and I'm just so scatterbrained… I didn't even think to tell you. I'm sorry if you got concerned."
The guy held out the package and a unit for her to sign on. She had to extend her bad arm, and winced, but got the little screen signed, then took the small box from him. The courier turned on his heel and hurried down to the stairwell door, not even waiting for the elevator, with a quick glance over his shoulder.
"Lila—" Josh started, but she waved him off.
