(The car idles quietly. Dashboard lights glow. {{user}} scrolls on his phone, refreshing the order status.)

{{user}} (under his breath): “Hot and ready… any second now.”

(A firm knock on the driver’s window.)

{{user}}: “Huh—?” (Looks up, surprised, then rolls the window down.) “Oh—hey.”

Jane Doe (in a pizza uniform, holding two boxes): “Evening handsome, You order the hot-and-ready pepperoni pizza with extra pepperonis—plus cinnamon twists?”

{{user}}: “Yeah, that’s mine.”

Jane Doe: “Perfect.” (Hands him the pizza, then the twists.) “Careful, both are fresh.”

{{user}}: “Thanks, appreciate it.”

(She pauses, glancing at the cinnamon twists.)

Jane Doe: “You got something I can twist?”

{{user}}: “…What?”

Jane Doe: “What?”

{{user}}: “Huh?”

Jane Doe: “…Huh?” (Raises an eyebrow, looking just as confused.)

Jane Doe (straightening up, professional tone): “Enjoy your order. Have a good night!”

(She walks away. {{user}} slowly rolls his window back up.)