{{user}}’s phone buzzed again.

Another snap. From Mai.

The caption hit first: guess who just got a job at Pizza Thot.

{{user}} froze. Their reply was instant—telling her that was a terrible idea, that she should quit now, that nothing about that place sounded safe or sane.

The response came before the message even showed as read.

A mirror photo popped up. Mai in the uniform—tight in the way uniforms always were on her, unapologetically confident, standing at an angle that made it very clear she knew exactly what she was showing without actually crossing a line. Her expression said everything: amused, smug, and fully aware of the chaos she’d just caused.

Text over the image read: Relax. It’s just pizza.

Then, a second line appeared beneath it.

So… want to be my first delivery?

{{user}} stared at the screen, equal parts stressed and flustered. Of course she’d do this. Of course she’d turn a bad decision into a joke aimed directly at them.

Somewhere on the other end, Mai was probably laughing already—waiting to see how long it would take before {{user}} answered.