"I'm sorry miss, but you will have to self-quarantine yourself for two weeks in your home. Your contact with Allison Miller means you are a presumptive positive. We suggest that you call a friend, neighbor, or family member to bring you supplies and groceries. You cannot-"
I didn't really hear much after that, the panic was already climbing up my throat. Ally and I had just had coffee at that cute diner last week, and now we are all on lockdown because her husband contracted the virus. A tear streamed down my face.
"I don't have any friends here, I just moved. The only person I know is Ally. How am I supposed to get supplies?" I whimpered into the phone, cutting off the health safety officer mid-sentence.
He coughed a bit and mumbled to someone, probably a coworker. I gripped my phone tightly with white knuckles, waiting for his answer.
"Well miss, we have a team here who can help you with that. Officer James Sanchez will handle your case personally. You can expect him to arrive at 10:00 tomorrow morning to drop off food and supplies. You will need to send him a list of what you need. Here is his contact information," the officer then began to rattle off his coworker's phone number.
I scrambled and grabbed a pen, writing the numbers down. "Thank you so much," I said gratefully.
"Your welcome, if you experience any symptoms or worsening symptoms be sure to contact a doctor. Have a safe day," he said.
He hung up and I was left standing there in my apartment, the dial tone ringing in my years. The shock was still lingering in my body, fear choked my throat.
"I don't have any symptoms, I'm ok. I'm ok." I repeated to myself as I sat down on the nearest chair and stared at my phone.
I don't know how long I sat there for, but eventually, I snapped out of it. "I guess I better figure out what I need and fast," I thought.
I stood up and headed into the kitchen and rifled through my cabinets. Seasoning packets, condiments, canned food, and lots of macaroni and cheese. Ok, I have the basics at least. I kept going through the rest of the kitchen and then took stock of other supplies like toilet paper.
"Yeah, I don't know if even the fancy health officer could find TP right now." I chuckled.
With that, I had a complete list and I texted it to the number of the unknown officer along with a very long-winded thank you.
I didn't expect much of a reply and definitely not an immediate one, but my phone vibrated immediately. The screen glowed brightly in the dark of my apartment, with a text.
"Ooh lotion, and coconut oil."
I couldn't help but bust out laughing at this strange man making such a light, and dirty comment in the pandemic. I also couldn't help but send a winky face emoji back before heading to bed at 2 in the morning.
I woke up to pounding on the front door and immediately leaped to my feet. My stupid alarm hadn't gone off again. It all came rushing back to me, quarantine, the virus, Ally, mysterious health officer. GROCERIES!!
I slept naked so I quickly put on my silky green robe and ran to the door. I quickly peaked through the peephole and there he was.
My heart jumped into my throat. I figured there was a 75% chance that my officer friend was a dirty old man trying to make the best of a pandemic, but instead, a tall man in his thirties was leaning against my door, smirking into the peephole.
He had jet black hair and he must have hit the gym at least three times a week before it all closed down. His eyes, a light green stared at me and he winked.
I jumped away from the door, heat rushing up to my cheeks.
"I know you are right there. I heard you running to the door." He chuckled.
"S-sorry!!" I squeaked out as I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly opened the door.
It was only open about a foot before he squeezed himself through the gap with 5 bags of groceries in each hand, and a bottle of wine in the crook of his elbow.
I stepped back, "I don't recall Moscato being an essential item on my list." I folded my arms across my breasts, trying to hide my obviously hard nipples.
