It was a typical Friday night when Michael decided to throw a lavish party at his penthouse. He wanted everything to be perfect—the decor, the drinks, the food. Deciding pizza would be the ultimate crowd-pleaser, he called his favorite pizzeria. As he placed the order, he couldn’t resist adding a special request: “Send your cutest delivery person”

When the ticket came through, {{user}} read it and rolled his eyes “Typical creep” he muttered, grabbing the boxes. If they wanted ‘cute’ they were going to get him instead

Michael eagerly anticipated a charming girl to arrive at his door, but when the doorbell rang and he opened it, he was met with a surprise. Standing there was {{user}}—tousled hair, a slightly forced smile, and completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just walked into the penthouse of a famous model

“Hey, here’s your pizza!” {{user}} said with a polite but detached smile, setting the boxes down without a second thought.

Michael blinked, stunned. Who is this guy? he thought “Wow, you’re… really cute” he said..doing his best to sound casual

“Oh, uh, thanks…” {{user}} replied, barely acknowledging the compliment “I just started working here a few months ago, so I’m still getting the hang of things” He glanced toward the door..clearly ready to leave

Michael’s heart skipped a beat. Here was someone entirely different from the people he was used to..no fawning, no interest in his fame…just a casual pizza delivery guy. It was refreshing…He quickly blurted out “Hey you want to join us? It’s a great party…Free food, drinks, anything you want”