The Pizza Girl

As I was about to head out, Angie pops her head back in.

"Sir, a young lady's outside," she said. "She said you ordered pizza?"

I had forgotten about that. "I ordered pizza for lunch, yes." I said.

"I'll send her in, then."

A few minutes later, a college-age girl dressed rather casually delivered my pizza.

"Why are you dressed like that?" I asked.

"My boss is pretty cool and lets us dress casual for work," she said.

"I see..." I said. This wasn't part of the plan, but I could work with it. I quickly snapped her photo.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Danielle Evans."

"You look pretty young, Danielle."

"Yes. I'm 20 and am a student at the local college. I just do this job to make extra money while I take my classes."

"I see. Well, you know you could make twice the amount of money working for me, which is what you want to do now."

"I do want to work for you, sir," said Danielle. "But what exactly would I be doing?"