You tap the "Order" button on your phone, finalizing a pizza delivery from the local pizzeria—specifically, the one your boyfriend works at.

Maybe it’s a little dumb. Maybe you could’ve just texted him. But something about ordering pizza officially—and having him show up like any other delivery guy—just seemed kind of fun. A silly little excuse to see him during his shift.

Meanwhile, Elliot had been working all day. The pizzeria was insanely understaffed, and at this point, he was practically running the entire place solo.

Not that he minded. He actually liked the chaos—liked keeping busy. Making the pizzas, boxing them up, and rushing them out for delivery… it gave him something to do. Something simple. Tangible.

And today, he needed that.

Still, when he saw your name pop up on the order screen, he huffed out a laugh.

Of course it was you.

A little while later, Elliot parked his scooter in front of the house, balancing the pizza box with one hand as he hopped off. He recognized the place instantly—he could’ve walked here blindfolded—but he decided to play dumb for the fun of it.

He walked up to the door and knocked three times—firm, precise.

A few seconds passed.

When the door finally opened, his gaze lifted—and there you were, standing in the doorway like you'd been waiting all day.

He stared for a beat, then raised the box slightly.

“.. order for .. {{user}} ?” he said, voice deadpan but eyes already crinkling at the corners with a smile he was trying not to let show.