Glee Postsecret Challenge: Part 7
Characters: Rachel and Quinn
United Parcel Service
It was 1:27pm. Rachel had approximately three minutes.
She opened her compact mirror and checked her makeup, brushing her bangs first to the left and then to the right before finally allowing them to settle somewhere in the middle. She popped a piece of minty fresh gum in her mouth and chewed rapidly. She straightened her shirt collar and sleeves and looked out the window.
The UPS truck rolled to a stop in front of the building, and out stepped the beautiful brown-uniform clad woman Rachel had the great pleasure of seeing at 1:30 every afternoon for the past year and a half.
Rachel quickly placed her gum in the trash can before hopping up and moving quickly from behind her desk and to the front door, which she quickly opened. She stood in front of the door, smiling adorably as the blonde UPS delivery woman carried a stack of three boxes inside.
“Hi, Miss Berry,” she said with a dazzlingly-white smile as she passed the receptionist.
Rachel followed her inside, allowing the door to swing shut behind her. “Hello.”
The woman placed the packages on the counter and pulled out her tablet for Rachel to sign. As Rachel did so, she contemplated - as always - whether or not to say something first. Whether or not to proposition the other woman about her life. Whether or not to compliment her on her ability to pull off the color brown with such ease. Whether or not to proposition her for a date or even just drinks after work. Whether or not to ask her what her name was…
“I love that shirt,” The woman said as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her voice as sweet and sincere as the day before and the day before that. “Is it new?”
Rachel smiled brightly as she looked up after signing her name. “It is!” she replied. “Thank you so much for noticing.”
The blonde grinned and winked before taking the tablet from Rachel’s outstretched hands and backing up slowly towards the door. “I hope you have a wonderful day, Rachel. I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Rachel waved, and then her 1:30pm date was gone.
Oh well. Tomorrow was always another day.
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