“Lunch” with his lover—no, boyfriend. Surely they were at least boyfriends, weren’t they, not just roommates with benefits? Dare he hope to refer to their relationship as a life partnership some day? Like what Eunice and Ivan had, with their identity cycles synced so they could stay together through the centuries?
Anyway…time with Albert had been just what he’d needed to clear his head and get back into “you can do this” mode. The afternoon route ran smoothly. Much of the time he could leave the delivery with a doorman, but in some buildings, recipients buzzed him in to personally hand over the package.
On his next to last delivery of the day, he was buzzed up to a fifth-floor apartment, and just his luck, the elevator was out. While he wasn’t suddenly any stronger than he’d been before,
