[ The asscheeks heard 'round the city was a familiar sound and she turns to face him with a smirk. Of course – it was just typical luxurious Felicia Hardy here, in a robe and with an empty glass of wine. Without Spider-Delivery, she'd be stuck rummaging for a way to spend her night. White girl problems, amiright? ]

Oh, so like every normal delivery driver! Fortunately for you... [ They meet halfway, her fingers giving him one of those distracting scratches right against the tension of his mask against his jawline – intimate and alluring all at once. ] I give really good tips.

[ And she'll yoink the bag with a giddy twist of her hips to motion him inside. ]

Thanks for abandoning your soooo interesting stakeout. It's like we haven't seen each other in a while, right?