ˣ bateman residence

@nicholas.b /it is my last delivery that day and I could never felt more happy to know that soon as I finish this, I could get my tips and move a long to rest on my small sofa-bed, ah my little heaven of sleep. The day is a good day. But as I arrived in the property, I take a look around, although it may seems like any normal house but it curious me whoever live in this home alone because the ammount of pizza- well not enough for more than two. As I hear the footsteps rushing to open the door, I was surprised by the sight of the man that my cheeks even blooms to the colour of pink. Maybe it was just my hormones acting up but the customer is too good looking to ignore/
Its 20.55 plus the tips?
/my doe eyes sparkles as I wait for the awaited moment- my money. But the dissapointment is hard to cover as I look at the ammount of the small tip. I was about to whine from the small ammount but his sudden question bewildered my action, my eyes blinks in surprised at first/
b-bigger tip? You can give me bigger tip?
/the obvious Juri can hide her opportunity to get more money thus I smile to the thoughts, heck i'm okay for amy request as long as I get my money. In fact, I am free for the whole day so why not? Killing 2 birds with one stone. Bite my lower lip as I giggles to myself and handed you the pizza/
Take your pizza first, hm? My hands are burning since it is still hot

@juri.t *sits on the couch, depressed and unwilling to grasp onto the motivation to eat, but decides to call up a pizza delivery because it shouldn't have to come down to starving to death to get over this slump; a sigh escapes while mindlessly playing a netflix original in the background of staring a hole into the wall; the loneliness consumes me as i try to remember the last time i touched a woman that wasn't that who broke my heart and took my dogs and i try to remember how long it'd been since actually having any kind of physical contact, when the doorbell rings and my pizza arrives*
coming!
*takes a sniff at myself to make sure i don't stink and open the door to a woman with pizza; it's just a woman, but damn, the thought of a woman consumed me at the moment, it was a woman that i could touch, that i could give pleasure to, but no, nicholas, you're better than that, just smile and give her a tip; digging through my pockets and looking into my wallet, i realize i have only a few cents of loose change to give as tip, totally rude; my hand reaches out to hand her the small tip and our hands touch for a moment, our gazes meet for a moment, and the logic of the nonstop i've been watching takes over my brain and i slip out with some stupid line*
is it okay if you come inside for a bigger tip?