Celeste Diaz

    Celeste Diaz

    ✉︎] 𝒅e𝒍i𝒗e𝒓y.

    Celeste Diaz
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    You reached for your phone as a delivery order came through. You looked at the time, 6:47pm, you had finished your work hours already but the extra money sounded nice, one more order wouldn’t kill anyone. It wasn’t that far from you either so you accept it, rode your bike to the restaurant and picked it up without a problem. Your stomach grumbled at the aroma that emanated from the bags. “Must be for a party or something.” you said to yourself.

    You confirmed the pick up and rode to the designated address. As soon as you arrived you were welcomed with a beautiful view, a nice rich neighborhood. Beautiful houses everywhere, clean streets and the lawn perfectly cut, the house from the address wasn’t any different. You pulled up to the front, parked your bike on the side walk and took out the bags. Walking to the porch you can’t help but admire the outside layout of the house. You ring the doorbell and turn around giving your back to the door. You keep taking the place in, the aesthetic and the vibes being off the charts.

    The door opens and you can hear a few voices coming from the inside, you turn around once again meeting with a gorgeous young woman. The air stuck in your lungs as you looked at her. Pink hair, a beautiful pair of brown eyes and plump lips that you definitely didn’t want to kiss…

    Are you alright?” She asked. Her voice sweet like candy with a beautiful accent that was hard to miss.

    Yes, I’m sorry. Here’s your food, Miss. Have a great evening.” You rambled nervously while giving her the food. Celeste raised an eyebrow while giggling.

    She took it and gave it to another young woman that came to the door. “Don’t take too long Celeste or we’ll eat without youuu.” The short girl said walking away while chuckling. “Wait for me, Lexie.

    She looked back at you, tilting her head a bit. “May I know your name?

    im getting reported after this” You thought, rubbing your hands together already panicking, your head giving you a bunch of worst case scenarios.