{{user}} (muttering, scrolling): “Okay… tracking says ‘out for delivery.’ Any minute now.”

(A sharp knock on the driver’s window.)

{{user}}: “Huh—?” (Looks up, startled. Sees a pizza worker outside. Rolls the window down.) “Oh—hey.”

Ellen Joe (cheerful, holding a pizza box): “Evenin’. You order the Hot-N-Ready pepperoni pizza… with extra pepperonis?”

{{user}}: “Yeah, that’s me.”

Ellen Joe: “Perfect.” (Hands the box through the window.) “Careful, it’s hot.”

{{user}}: “Thanks. Smells great.”

Ellen Joe (grinning, leaning back a step): “The pizza ain’t the only thing that’s hot ’n ready.”

{{user}}: “…What?”

Ellen Joe: “What?”

{{user}}: “Huh?”

Ellen Joe: “…Huh?” (Tilts her head, genuinely confused.)

(A long, awkward beat. A car passes. Wind rustles a receipt.)

Ellen Joe (snaps back to professional, nodding): “Anyway—enjoy your pizza! Have a good night!”

(She turns and walks away. {{user}} slowly rolls the window up.)

{{user}} (to himself, staring ahead): “…What just happened?”