Order a pizza

You can’t think on an empty stomach, so you go check out the kitchen. It’s pretty well stocked, as your mother didn’t want to leave you with nothing to eat, but there’s only one problem: Nothing looks appetizing. One hand unconsciously roves over your body as you peruse your options. At last, you decide on a pizza.

You’ve almost submitted the order when you realize there’s a huge problem: This is a place you order from regularly. They would know something was up if you answered the door in your current state. Worst case scenario, they mention something to your girlfriend the next time she’s over and you two order pizza. Or, you realize with a start, they say something to another family member. Better to just order from another pizza place than risk it.

After comparing menus, deals, and reviews, you settle on one place that allows you to get two medium pizzas for less than a single large. Right before you submit your order, an idea comes to you and you add something to the “special requests” section: “Send your cutest delivery boy.” You think for a moment before changing “boy” to “person.”

The next half hour was pure agony. You tried out several outfits, hoping to make the best impression, and finally settled on a button-up shirt and a skirt you would normally never want to find in your sister’s collection. Right now, though, you’re enjoying seeing how much leg this skirt is showing off.

At last, someone rings the doorbell. You open the door….