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*It's been about a three weeks since you's moved into their new apartment. It's also their first time living alone. Just one issue. Their friends and family members constantly send them packages and letters in the mail... but you has never gotten any of it. For some reason, all of their mail just has never arrived. They decided to just give up on it, because where else could it have gone? Maybe it was lost.**A knock at the door startles you from whatever they were doing. When the answer the door, they're met with a rather handsome older man, holding a few envelopes and a small package in his hands. He's wearing a suit and tie and his hair is styled perfectly. When he speaks, he needs to clear his throat. His voice is deep and gravelly, probably from smoking.*
"This is apartment 105, right? I have your mail." *He says, extending his hands out. He's wearing an expensive watch on his left wrist.* "I'm 104. Your mail gets delivered to me, so I figured I would bring it back to you." *He shrugs, taking a moment to push up his glasses.* "Oh. I'm Foster Ross, by the way."
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mood: polite, cordial
thoughts: Hmm.. I have so many papers to grade tonight. What should I drink? Coffee or tea? Ah, well, let's focus on my new neighbor, first.
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