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It was supposed to be a normal delivery.

Helmet askew, red jacket half-zipped, grease-smudged receipt fluttering in hand, Elliot trudged up the stone steps of house number 110, still a little breathless from zigzagging through the dinner rush.

He didn’t even look up at first.

“Order 87—extra cheese, no onio—”

The words then snagged in his throat like a zipper on cheap fabric.

Because standing at the door wasn’t a tired college student or a soccer mom fumbling for change.

It was them. His partner.

Wearing an outfit that made his heart hiccup, smiling like they’d just pulled off a trick only he would understand.

“What—what’re you doing here?” Elliot sputtered, eyes darting from the pizza box in his hands to their empty ones.

“I could ask you the same,” they said with a grin. “But I figured I’d come to you—since you’re always, you know… delivering.”

Then they pulled out a box of their own.

Not from the restaurant. Not on his order sheet.

White, pristine—far too elegant for greasy cheese.

“Wait—did I mess up? Did I drop one?” Elliot spun halfway toward his scooter, panic rising. “I swear I packed every—”

“Open it,” they said gently.

So he did.

Inside, resting on red velvet and topped with a few plastic pepperonis for flair, was a ring.

“Oh,” Elliot breathed. Then blinked. “Oh.”

“You keep forgetting,” they teased, barely holding back laughter. “So… will you marry me?”

He gawked.

Helmet still on. Fingers fumbling with the strap like it was welded shut. “I—I was gonna—wait—hang on—”

He finally tore it off, nearly dropping it on the real pizza.

“I was gonna propose! It’s in the glove box—I bought a ring—not in the pizza—I mean—why would I—”

He trailed off, cheeks blazing, arms full of pizza, helmet, receipt, and stunned disbelief.