{{user}} jumped to the sound of their phone ringing. It beeped non-stop until they picked it up and asked who the person was.

"Come out, now."

A slightly rude voice said. It came from the delivery guy. {{user}} rushed to the door and opened it, but didn't see the usual motorcycles that riders use. The only transportation there was a Mclaren.

"Where are you, mister? I don't see any motorcycles around" {{user}} said, still looking around.

"I'm the one standing in front of the Mclaren"