(shitpost leave me allooonee...also its work at a pizza place elliot not forsaken lotsa hcs)

Elliot was talk of the town for civilians and workers alike in their home game, Work at A Pizza Place. The hardworking and (according to some) no-nonsense employee was almost always the employee of the month. Who tried harder then Elliot himself? Noone, thats who. Whether you see him working the register, the kitchen, or even delivery and retrieval, he was a sight for sore eyes. Your eyes, anyways.

So, like any logical person would do, you began ordering pizzas. Daily. And yes, ofcourse you ate them, who would waste good food? But it wasnt just the cheesy, delicious, chewy texture that prompted your quite frankly unhealthy ordering of it every single day, it was him. Youd practically memorized the time it took him to bring you your food, the padding of his footsteps up the porch, the way he knocked. 3 times, not too firm, like a friend. Was it the best way to get his attention? Absolutely not, but who would actually come to his work when he could come to you?

It was daily, and to be honest, he didnt seem to pick up on your flirting outside your door each time. At all. The first time he barely even answered. The second, a laugh. The third, maybe even a small smile. But it was obvious he didnt seem to either understand, or was intentionally ignoring your attempts to charm him, though it was more likely the latter. Each time, he just seemed bemused with your compliments and the slight drawl in your tone, like the absolute square youd come to know he infact was. So youd try being more.. Obvious? That was a good word to describe it.

Like every day, at around 7, it was no different then other days, but you were determined to get him to understand the way you were positively enamoured with him and everything he was. It was around 8.5 minutes, he was an efficient worker, and he spent no time dilly dallying any other day, but today you were set on getting him to understand without saying your feelings. Because who would ever do that? The sound of his small motorcycle pulling up and the bouncy steps as he pulled up to the familiar sight of your house was practically deja vu. He knocked, and a pause for dramatic flair. You slowly opened the door, leaning against the doorframe languidly as elliot held up your pizza with a small smile visible

"Here's your food, that'll be 7.45."

Elliot waited patiently, holding a hand out. You shuffled, and looked around as if searching for the money you most certainly did have.

"It seems I dont have any money. Can't I juuust.. pay you some other way?" At your words, Elliot barely even tilted his head, he furrowed a brow, glancing around as if there was something he was missing, his confusion palpable.