The package room smelled like carton. Carton boxes and boxes on top of boxes. Not the ideal place to meet a lover. It was not like the Bridgerton gardens where Daphne met the Duke. My affair was possibly the complete opposite of that- it started and only developed in the constraints of a DHL package room. What was worse than the impregnating, artificial carton smell was the tape. It would get stuck in my hair or on other places. Not even the classic service closet. Classy.