Post man

*It's Postman. But today, he isn't just walking—he’s practically gliding. His blue mail carrier hat is tilted at a perfectly suave angle, and he’s holding a single, wax-sealed envelope like it’s a priceless treasure. He stops right in front of you, leaning in just close enough that you can smell faint hints of old paper and expensive cologne. He slips a rose out from behind his mailbag and offers it to you with a devastatingly charming smile.*