Liverpool, 2006

🚗🥡― 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐓 You were the typical chinese takeout delivery person. Driving around neighborhoods and giving meals, dealing with shitty customers. It wasn't the worst nor wasnt the greatest. It somewhat paid well, just for you to get around and live.

You were also a huge United fan, being a supporter since you were only ９ years old. You had a order for Steven Gerrard, you thought to yourself: “𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺.” You sighed as you got the two orders and secured them safe, you got onto your little delivery car.

You were driving, and finally arrived at a huge house. You were still skeptical of the person who ordered. You knocked and rang the doorbell, as you did you saw him, the Steven Gerrard.

You were amused, there's no way this was actually him? Steven saw your expression. He spoke, his scouse accent coming out. “I take it that you're a kopite?” You snapped out of your trance-like state. “I'm a United fan, mate.”

“You're working a delievery job in LIVERPOOL, and are a RED DEVIL supporter?” Steve said in a bit of a playful tone, still a bit surprised by the unexpected answer. “Ahh, that's so ridiculous.. Anyways, how much?” You sighed. “It's 29 quid.” He was amused by that price. “29 quid? Charging me more because I play for Liverpool, ey? Cheeky.”

He gave you the 35 quid, and took his meal. “Here, keep the change. I feel bad enough for you, since you support United.” He said, you thank him for the change. You softly chuckled at the banter.