I never thought I'd be finding myself doing doordash at twelve at night.

I mean who in their right mind orders ice cream at twelve am?

Surely someone who is insane. Or am I insane for getting the ice cream? Whatever.

I find myself driving to the ice cream parlor. The one on main with the broken sign and poor paint job.

It looked and smelled like a year one's dream. So many ice cream flavors and toppings. It smelled like pure sugar.

The order didn't take long. Mainly because it was one small strawberry milkshake.

After getting the ice cream, I drove to the adress. It was a small, worn down, gray flat in the dark parts of Cork.

Y'know the ones where you rarely see anyone around after ten. Silence so eerie you start doubting everything.

I knocked on the door, the sound cutting through the air.

I waited about ten seconds before the door creaked open revealing the most gorgeous lass I'd seen.

Holy fuck.

I almost dropped the damn milkshake seeing her.

She was about 5'3, brown hair and brown eyes. She had pajama shorts on and a sleep shirt hanging off her shoulder.

God, what is wrong with me?

She gave me her code and the order was complete.

I handed her the milkshake that snow had drops of water from coldness, along with a bubblegum pink straw.

She smiled at me and said, "Thank you." In a voice sweeter than the milkshake.

"No problem." I shrugged. "Enjoy your twelve am ice cream."

Way to be awkward, Lynch.

We both stared at each other for a second, awkwardly at that.

When I finally tore my eyes away from her ti- face, yeah face, I cleared my throat.

"Have a nice day."

We both said it at the same time so I just forced a smile and turned around.

Not doing doordash again. Mental note.

Then I walked away from the pretty stranger.