Is it considered childish… If your inability to properly ask for a guy’s number ended with you ordering nearly twenty-one boxes of pizza just to see him again?

Yeah. Yeah, it definitely is.

But in your defense— the delivery guy in question was stupidly attractive.

The type with slightly messy hair, a perpetual scowl, and a voice that made your heart skip a beat every time he muttered “Here’s your order.” He was probably the most consistent presence in your life at this point— even if all he ever did was hand over greasy boxes and shoot you confused glances.

And unfortunately for your bank account, you had no game. No courage. Just poor impulse control and a working phone line.

Which is why, once again, you found yourself standing awkwardly at the doorway of your apartment, staring at the same delivery man who had now shown up so many times you were starting to think this counted as stalking— on your part.

Scaramouche.

His name tag said it. His expression screamed it. And at this point, his eyes practically rolled the moment he saw your face again.

“Here’s your order, dear customer,” he said, smile wide and painfully fake as he held out the 21st box of pizza like it had personally offended him. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore— the annoyance, the exhaustion, the barely concealed disbelief that anyone could possibly eat this much pizza alone.

And honestly? Yeah. He was definitely pissed.

The only question now was whether you'd finally grow the nerve to say something real… Or keep letting your crush drain your wallet, one pizza at a time.