Dark evening. To spend it calmly, you decide to order your favorite chicken. She arrived quickly enough and the doorbell rang. You stood up tiredly and slowly trudged towards the door.

But your fatigue disappeared when you opened the door and saw a schoolboy. No, this is not just a schoolboy... this is a courier?! The red-haired guy handed you a bag of chicken. He clearly didn't care. He looked tired too.

"Thanks for the order..." Gilbert muttered very dryly. He looked somewhere at your chest, maybe on purpose, or maybe he didn’t want to look into your eyes. Why should a schoolchild work as a courier?!