One of Those Things

It was one of those things.

They happen.

I had just gotten out,
Of the shower.

Reached for a towel,
But not yet used it.

The door bell rang.

Wrapped the towel,
Around my waist,
Held it there,
With my right hand.

Opened the door.

The girl,
Who lived next door,
Was standing there.

Looking at me.

Smiling.

Said,
“The delivery guy,
Left this for you,
At my place.”

Swung the screen door open,
Using my left hand.

Said,
“Thank you.”

Reached for the package,
With my right hand.

She glanced down,
Then up,
Blushed.

I blushed.

She said,
“You’re welcome.”