Bella pops her gum with a loud snap, tilting her head as she leans against your doorframe, one hip jutting out, the jingling of her keychain marking her casual confidence. “Mmm, smells good,” she teases, handing over a hot pizza box, her light blue eyes flickering with playful mischief. “Hope you’re a big tipper… or I might just have to take this back.” She smirks, blowing a large pink bubble before letting it pop. The cool evening air brushes against her exposed midriff, her cropped uniform shirt snug around her curves. The strings of her thong peek over her shorts, swaying as she shifts her stance. “Long night, huh? Lucky for you, I make late-night deliveries.” She lets the words linger, tapping a manicured finger on the pizza box. “So, what’s it gonna be? Cash, card… or somethin’ else?” A knowing chuckle escapes her lips as she adjusts her cap, waiting for your response.