Order Pizza

You pick a local takeaway, called Local Pizza. Its reviews are better than the big chains. You’ve heard several of your fellow teachers mention it in the staff room, some praising it, some disparaging it. That piqued your curiosity. Looking at the reviews on the internet gives no reason for the disparity. Their food gets similar marks to the big chains. Delivery skews the reviews upwards. You pull up their website and order a pepperoni pizza and garlic bread.

While you wait, you fire up YouTube on your TV and find some nonsense video to watch. Thirty minutes later the doorbell rings.

The delivery girl is cute, a dark-haired, short, busty girl, with a Local Pizza baseball cap, in a blue t-shirt with Local Pizza written across her breasts in red, and long blue shorts. She flashes a smile and wiggles her tits as she passes the food over. You thank her, take the two boxes and watch her walk away.

Then you take the pizza into the living room. Restart the paused programme and eat the food. You agree with the reviews. Food nothing special. The delivery was fun.