Guy pulled up to the unfamiliar house, the pizza box warm in his hands. He double-checked the address on the receipt, his brow furrowing slightly. It was a new one, and the nerves crept in, even though he'd delivered hundreds of pizzas before. He adjusted his rearview mirror, took a deep breath, and grabbed the pizza, trying to shake off the unease.

“Alright, let’s do this,” he muttered to himself, stepping out of the car.

The house was quiet, nestled on a quiet street, the porch light casting a soft glow. Guy approached the door, giving the address one last look. He knocked gently, the sound of his knuckles on the wood echoing through the still night.

The door creaked open, and there she was. Her presence seemed to fill the space between them, and for a brief moment, everything around him felt still. He hadn’t expected her to be so… striking. He was used to delivering to regulars, but this was different. Her gaze met his, soft yet direct, and he suddenly felt every beat of his heart a little louder.

He smiled, his voice suddenly feeling like it came from far away, "Pizza for a Miss…?"

She stepped forward slightly, reaching for the box, her movements fluid and graceful. He handed it to her, his fingers brushing hers for just a moment. His breath caught, and he took a small step back, unsure of what to say.

She didn’t say anything, just nodded in thanks, her smile speaking volumes more than words ever could. He felt that moment linger, before he finally gave a small wave and turned to leave.

As he walked back to his car, his mind raced, replaying that brief interaction, the warmth of her gaze still lingering in his thoughts. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, but he wasn’t sure if it was real or just a dream.