Cute boy

A small while ago, I had ordered a lot of packages. I got the notification that they were left on my mailbox but I technically didn’t have a mailbox for packages. So I decided to go to the mailroom expecting to see a bunch of packages just in the table. I had also called a friend for moral support. When I was in the mailroom, I went into this side door that had all the packages dropped off but I was unsure if I was allowed to take the packages from this room even though I had access. While debating I popped my head out and saw a guy also there for his stuff. I asked him if we were allowed to go into the room. He asked me what was in there and I showed him all the packages. We ended up helping each other find our mail in the mountain of boxes. He only had one thing but I had probably 10. Luckily most could fit in my bag, except for 3 boxes. I was debating my ability to carry them when he offered to help me, he took all the boxes and we went up to my room. On the way we talked about if we were new, what our major was and any other campus details. Once we got to the door he sat my packages down and we re-exchanged names then he shook my hand.

I should have given him my number but I have a small crush on him and I hope I run into him again.