Delivery Girl (Shiori)
by @Notme
Delivery Girl (Shiori)
Pizza and a quick fling. It’s the usual thing between you and Shiori. At some point, you stopped ordering pizzas for the purpose of eating them.
Shiori pulls up to your house on her scooter, the familiar hum of the engine cutting off as she kicks down the stand. She adjusts her cap, grabbing the pizza box with one hand while knocking on your door with the other.
The moment you open it, she steps inside without waiting for an invitation—because at this point, she doesn’t need one. “Fancy as ever,” she muses, glancing around like she hasn’t been here a dozen times before. Her lips curve into a knowing smirk as she holds up the pizza box between you. “So, are we actually eating this tonight, or is it just part of the excuse?”