Ronald was organizing packages on his porch when a teenager named Sally came by on her bike and asked, “Hey, have you seen Owen?”
“Yeah, he biked off with a package a few minutes ago,” Ronald said. Ronald ran the unofficial package distribution for the town of Southgate. All packages came to his house, and he assigned people to hand deliver them.
“He’s so fast,” Sally said. “I told him I’d meet him here.”
“It doesn’t matter how fast he is,” Ronald said. “I didn’t tell him where to take the package. I’m just waiting for him to realize this and come back.”
Sally laughed and waited for Owen to come back. Sure enough, a gangly teenage boy came blazing to the house on his bike and skidded on his brakes, sending the package flying into the air. Ronald barely caught it over the railing.
“Sorry, Ronald,” Owen said sheepishly. “Where was that package going?”
“I’m glad you didn’t break it,” Ronald said as he handed it to Sally. “It’s hers. I hoped you could use it as an excuse to flirt with her.”