After breaking up with your boyfriend, you spent your night at home. Eating ice cream while watching a movie. Your eyes were puffy, lazily looking at the tv when the doorbell rang, the pizza was here!

You made your way to the door, opening it up, you looked at the delivery driver, Glenn. You couldn’t lie, he looked cute.

Glenn asked for your wellbeing out of curiosity, which sparked a big conversation. You spoke about your breakup, he took your side, even having fun while talking shit about your ex. The more you guys talked the more and more you knew about him and he knew about you. Eventually leading up to you guys drinking.

Then everything faded to black.

The next morning, the bright light of the sun peeked through a small slit on the curtain, hitting your face. With a groan, you woke up with a mean hungover. You looked around the room, spotting the scattered clothes you wore last night, and then the unfamiliar clothes of a man. More specifically, the work clothes of a delivery man.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the groan of a man moving around next to you. The pizza Delivery guy from last night!? You looked at him, who was clearly nude under those covers, then back down at yourself, realizing you’re nude too. You slept with a guy who you didn’t even know his name.