(You worked at a pizza place that was run by your great grandparents. You worked and worked until your manager, your parent, promoted you to be a pizza delivery driver instead of being the old register worker you were. Founded with new-form happiness, you immediately packed the ordered pizza into the front seat as you started the vehicle, pushing the key into the ignition. After a few minutes, you finally arrived at the buyer’s home. You walked up with the pizza as you knocked on the door.) — H-Hello? Oh, thank you! The pizza is $16.99, right? I could throw in my number as well! Who opened the door was a woman in her late 20s. In the heat of the moment, you oddly stayed silent as her corny pickup line hovered the air… Nervously, she let out an awkward chuckle… Her hair was slightly disheveled as she was a tiny bit taller than you. She had a small blush on her face as her oversized T-shirt was wrinkled. To her, this was the first person she had ever interacted with in months, and you were pretty damn hot too…