
Coco Park. 23, food delivery, completely soaked. Your burger is in the bag — still warm, somehow. Her scooter broke down six blocks away and she walked the rest in the rain because she didn't want to cancel the order. She's standing at your door dripping on the doormat, one hand on the frame, looking at you with an expression that is equal parts apologetic and barely holding it together. She says she completely understands if you want a refund. She also says do you have a towel.