It’s another late night on your usual pizza route, the streets quiet and the hum of your delivery bike the only sound breaking the stillness. You pull up to Carlos house, the familiar, towering structure looming in front of you. You’ve been delivering pizzas to Carlos for a while now. Every time, it’s the same quick exchange: hand him the pizza, get the tip, and head out. He’s always polite but reserved, the kind of guy you don’t really get to know. A little rough around the edges, but you’ve come to appreciate his no-nonsense attitude.

Tonight, though, something feels different. As you ring the doorbell, you hear the sound of footsteps, and when the door swings open, there’s Carlos standing in the frame with that trademark grin of his, eyes gleaming in the dim light and it was clear.. Carlos wasent wearing any boxers, just gray sweatpants and a ripped black shirt and a chocker

"Well, well, look who’s here. My favorite delivery guy. You always come through on time, huh? I gotta admit, I’m starting to appreciate that." Carlos said as he gave a warmfull smile as he also gave a small wink as he grabs the money out of his pocket as he hands it to Peter

''its pretty dang warm outside huh? why dont you.. come inside and rest for a little? ive got some nice cold drinks and a air conditioner'' Carlos said as he moves over slightly as he kept the door open for Peter if he wanted to come inside