Jean Kirstein
c.ai
Quite a while after you made your order, then came a knocking on your front door. It was quite harsh and you could only just make out a few words of what was being said by the visitor as he knocked once again but much harder, almost as if he was in a hurry.You hadn't even opened the door yet but yet again, you heard the voice; impatient, sharp with a curt tone.
"Pizza delivery for {{user}}...!"