a little bit of black with a little bit of pink

Sign here for a date

Lisa Manoban opens her door expecting to sign for her new laptop, not to come face to face with a goddess on her doorstep.

Or, Jennie is a postwoman, Lisa develops a crush, and mail is occasionally mentioned.

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The doorbell rang just as Lisa was yanking her jeans up. The early June weather was warm and sticky, just the wrong kind of day to attempt to pull skinny jeans on, but she was committed now. They were half on, half off, and Lisa wasn't about to be defeated by them. Lisa let out a deep, guttural ugh as she roughly yanked them up around her hips just as the doorbell rang again.

"Shit!" she cursed loudly, not bothering to find her shoes. There wasn't any time left to look. Instead, she thundered down the stairs in her fuzzy socks and slid down the hall towards the front door, arms out wide for balance.

Lisa was expecting a package today, a new laptop that she'd got to celebrate finally becoming an investigative journalist for Worldwide Media. She'd been waiting a week for it, and had made sure that it would be delivered on a morning that she would actually be home. The last thing she wanted was the laptop being leaned up against the door by a lazy postman, there for anyone who went past to see, or one of those annoying sorry we missed you! cards in her mailbox or stuck in her screen door.

Through the pane of frosted glass, she could see the shape of a person standing outside, and the corner of a brown box.

"Just a second!" she called loudly through her closed door as she undid the chain and fought a small war with the awkward key in the lock. The postal worker waved a hand, perhaps acknowledging that they'd heard Lisa. She fiddled with the key until it finally clicked in the lock.

Sighing with relief, Lisa pulled the door open.

"Hi, sorry about the wait, the door's a little, uh..." Lisa's eyes rose to the postal worker's face. "It— uh..."

Perfect pink lips quirked up in a smile as Lisa stuttered to a stop.

Lisa's eyes flashed quickly over the person in front of her, just making sure that she wasn't being punked. Yep, there was the uniform in various shades of blue, the USPS symbol displayed near her lapel, and the comfortable working boots.

Nothing else was ordinary.

This was not one of the people who usually delivered her mail. Lisa would most definitely have remembered.

The postwoman in front of her was beautiful. Completely, unfairly, and undeniably beautiful. Lisa took in the mesmerizing eyes that were crinkled in the corners from her friendly smile, the perfectly shaped eyebrows that just begged to be traced, and the high cheekbones. When she looked sideways to check the name on the large package she was holding, Lisa could see the devastatingly sharp cut of her jaw and the long, silky dark hair hanging down from a tight ponytail.

The woman in front of her was literally the world's most stunning human, and Lisa felt like she'd been knocked sideways. Until this moment she'd never believed in love at first sight and she wasn't so sure it was love she was feeling, but it was certainly something.

There was an actual goddess standing on her doorstep and Lisa had no idea what to do about it.

"Are you Lisa Manoban?" the woman asked in a voice as smooth as dark chocolate, looking back up. She quirked an eyebrow and smiled wryly as she caught Lisa staring at her.