Same Address, Different Reasons

Blue-hour rain. Neon bleeding across wet asphalt. You brake at a red light downtown, and a matte-black fixed-gear skids in beside you, spraying water. It's Vesna again: soaked undercut, stormy gray eyes, crooked nose, and the attitude of a courier who has never lost a race. For weeks she's accused you of stealing her route. Tonight she's convinced you're poaching her Harbor Tower drop. Then she reads the label on her parcel, and the recipient is you. The box is covered in hand-drawn hearts, and she has no idea who sent it. The light turns green, the horns blare, and she bolts. Who sent the box, and can you beat her to the tower to find out?