He’d gotten better about cooking his meals on weeknights and bringing his food to the gallery for lunches to save money now that he had monthly bills. It’s not like he needed someone to deliver his food, but it was a nice splurge once in a while.
He opened a bottle of Cabernet to let it breathe while he perused MunchMates. Now he needed-deserved-a decent pizza to top off a busy, but successful week. He was finally out of the motel with his sister, moved a respectable town over, and didn’t hate his life. All he wanted was to sit on the couch, eat some pizza, and watch one or two of his favorite rom-coms.
Still designer, obviously, but the coziness he deserved after a long week. Something told him he’d be doing that a lot in the near future.ĭavid changed out of his work clothes and into his favorite joggers and lounging sweatshirt. By the time he reached his car, he’d checked the MunchMates app three times to see if any orders from a David came in. Several moments after the door clicked closed, Patrick walked away and toward the actual apartment six. “Bye, Patrick.”ĭavid beamed at him as he slowly closed the door. Patrick shook his head and laughed as he forced his body to step back from the doorway. “Well, Friday and Saturday nights, anyway. He’d started delivering right after work and hadn’t changed. “Anytime? Like my food delivery knight in shining, um, button-up.” If you want something more than pizza, I’m just a MunchMates order away.”ĭavid blinked his beautiful eyes and clutched the wall. “Well, David, I’d better deliver this food. “I’m Patrick, you’re David.”ĭavid rolled his eyes. “Oh my god that sounds so good canIhaveit?” He made grabby hands at the bag. Is that pizza?” David opened his eyes and looked at the bag in Patrick’s hand. He wanted to learn what else made David look and sound like that. Give me some credit.”ĭavid closed his eyes and made the happiest little sound. Extra cheese and pepperoni.”ĭavid turned toward his sister. David was clearly a little tipsy, and Patrick shouldn’t make customers uncomfortable by hitting on them. I’ll snag the food and hurry back.” And maybe he’d leave his phone number in the bag.
“How about this? You hop on MunchMates and order something. “I don’t think apartment six would be too happy with me.”ĭavid leaned forward, grinning, and Patrick leaned forward a little too, getting sucked into David’s gravitational pull. He wanted to give David that food and go and get him more if he kept talking in that voice. “Even though I’m apartment nine, can I have the food, anyway?” He smiled softly, which revealed dimples. David was apartment nine, not six, and he needed to get the rapidly cooling food to apartment six to maintain his good rating, but he couldn’t make his body move from the door.ĭavid rested the side of his head against the doorframe, and he blinked slowly. This stupid thing is broken.” He kept flicking at it, making it spin around and around, nearly making Patrick dizzy. His long fingers flicked at the number on his door, and it spun. “Six?“ He whined and made the cutest pouty face. Patrick bit his bottom lip as he watched David lean against his shoulder against the door frame like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Sisters are so obnoxious,” he said after turning back to Patrick. “But you’re drunk.” She giggled at him as she took a drink of something pink.
“I didn’t forget I ordered food! I’m not an idiot, Alexis.” The man’s-David’s-face pinched as he spun around. “Yay! Food! Wait, did you order food? You were literally just complaining about not having any food and wanting to order but it would take too long to get here. Patrick looked over his shoulder and saw a pretty woman sitting on a couch. “I ordered it,” he asked in a stage whisper. He had great lips with a defined cupid’s bow. I’ve got your food.” He held up the bag, and the man’s eyes went wide as saucers. Patrick couldn’t help but laugh as he got a whiff of the alcohol on the man’s breath. “Hiiii.” He leaned against the door frame. About ten seconds later, the door swung open and a tall, gorgeous man in black and white, smelling of the forest and Earl Grey tea, stared at him. Patrick ascended the stairs toward his destination and paused when he saw a six on the door to his right. A scratchy voice answered, and the door clicked a moment later. People were usually excited to see him, and it gave him time to catch up on podcasts. If he didn’t mind spending all of his waking time at a desk, he could moonlight as a bookkeeper and pay off his debt faster, but he kind of enjoyed delivering food. His daytime hours were spent neck-deep in spreadsheets, and he couldn’t stand to be anywhere near a computer screen in the evening. He could probably figure out a way to earn money faster than driving for MunchMates, but he needed a change from his day job. About one more hour of deliveries and Patrick will hit his income goal for the night.
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