Eddie shifts his weight between his feet as he waits- rather impatiently- for the customer to open the door.

This is his last delivery of the night, and he cannot wait to finally get home and get out of the miserable summer heat. He's pretty sure his sweat is sweating.

It doesn't help that today has been particularly busy, with pizzas needing to be delivered left, right and center. It certainly hasn't helped with the heat.

Eddie purses his lips and looks down at the box of pizza he's holding, tapping his fingers against the box in an impatient gesture.

The customer just needs to open the door, take the pizza, and then Eddie can go home.