“Oh, uhhh they accidentally delivered these next door,” he says nervously as he holds up two packages and I frown at the carelessness of the delivery drivers especially this time of year where people can be less than honest about wrong deliveries. A cynical thought floats through my head. He wouldn’t have swiped these off our porch just to have a reason to come over again, would he?

No.

Right?

I take the packages from his hands. “Thanks for bringing these over.”

“No problem. I was actually hoping to see your sister too, if I’m being honest.” He chuckles. “Is she home?”

Keep it together. This isn’t a random guy at a bar who doesn’t know the woman in question is your sister. I decide to fuck with him because I can’t say what I actually want. “Monica? No.” I shake my head before leaning against the door jamb.

“Oh…” He scratches behind his head and looks off towards his house, probably feeling awkward and regretting opening this door with me. He seems slightly intimidated, which I’m not sure why because this might be our fourth ever conversation and there’s never been any problems. Although that could change if he’s going to be pursuing Gabrielle this aggressively. “I meant, Gabrielle.” He smiles again. “Is she home?”

“Nope,” I say, not offering up any information about where she is or when she may return.

“Okay, well…tell her I came by? I would just text her but I got a new phone a while back and don’t have all my numbers.” He pulls out his phone. “Can you give it to me? I’d love to grab a coffee or—”

“You’re not actually using me as a middleman to ask my sister out, are you?” I cock my head to the side. Just as I said yesterday, zero fucking swag. Even if Gabrielle wasn’t mine, this is just embarrassing.

“No, I just…” He shakes his head. “Don’t bust my balls alright? Can you just give me her number?”

“No, I can’t. I’m not in the habit of giving either of my sisters’ numbers out without their consent. But you can leave your number if you want. I’ll see that she gets it.” Maybe.

I can tell he’s getting irritated, but to be honest, I couldn’t be bothered to care as he’s on my porch trying to score a date with the love of my life. “Okay, well do you have a pen and paper?”

“I’ll remember it.”

“Will you?”