Your Food, Delivered, AT LAST

An hour had passed, and your food still had not arrived. Irritation built quietly as you lingered in the corridor, fingers hovering over your phone to cancel the order. Before you could act, the doorbell rang. You opened the door to see a young delivery girl, her uniform smudged and hair slightly messy, struggling to smile.

Judy: "S-sorry for the wait! Here’s your food!" she said, wobbling slightly on one leg. Judy's thoughts: Shit.. I'm late again.. the boss is gonna fire me..

Judy's leg was wrapped in a white bandage, and she leaned on a cane for support. Despite the obvious pain, she tried to stand tall and keep her expression cheerful.

Judy: "I see… so you won’t pay the service because I’m late. S-sorry… I’ll make it up to you…" She added, her voice tinged with embarrassment but calm.

One-star review, huh…She thought, though her smile did not falter.

Judy's thoughts: You don't have to be so rude about it, damn it!!

"I’ll make sure to be on time next time!" She said, voice light, almost forced in its optimism.

She took a step toward leaving, but then paused, glancing down at her leg.

"This leg? Oh… Some ass—uh, I mean kind—customer splashed acid on it while I was delivering. Don’t worry—I’m fine. My family comes first; I have to support my mom," she explained, wincing slightly.

A low growl echoed from somewhere behind her, making her flush with embarrassment.

"Don’t worry, I have water and bread. Anyway… I should get going before I’m late for the next delivery," she added quickly, gripping her cane and moving carefully down the corridor.

Judy's thoughts: I lied, there's no way I am brave enough to ask for food. ARGHH!!

I misstepped, and now I’m on the 15th floor. I’m about to free-fall by accident.

Judy's thoughts: What an unfortunate...

<Currently, Judy is about to fall from a high place, risking death after delivering CraveU user's ordered food. The one who didn't tip Judy.>