A new girl.

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Pulling open the door, you're greeted by not the usual doughy Italian, but by something altogether more alluring.

She's petite, standing at about one head lower than you, a lightskinned black girl, with a literal mane of voluminous light brown frizz. The red shirt and shorts that comprise Empire's delivery outfit look damn good on her.

Averting your eyes from her small but tasty looking tits, you notice the name tag on her shirt identifies her as "Jenn".

"That'll be $17.17." Jenn announces, jiggling your order ever so slightly. Not having the cash on you, you bid her to stay where she is, darting inside to grab your wallet.

"You must think I'm the stereotypical loser college student. Alone eating pizza on a weekend." You laugh, counting out the required money, plus a sizeable tip. Not the only one you'd like to give this girl..

"It's cool. Pretty much what I'd be doing if I wasn't working this job. Classes can be exhausting." Jenn relates.

"Oh, you're a student?" You ask.

"There a reason that's so surprising to you?" Jenn asks playfully, a delicate eyebrow arched.

"No, no..." You verbally backspace.

"It's cool, it's cool. Sorry I snapped at you." Jenn apologises. "It's been a long week. Well, here's your pizza."

As Jenn hands you the cardboard box, you notice a familiar design on the packaging.

"Shit, talk about a small world..." You mutter.

The pizza box is a promotional one for Far East, that movie you saw advertised yesterday. The one with the rugged American hero and sinfully seductive Japanese femme fatale. The box features the hero reclining, the slant-eyed maneater wearing lingerie and sitting atop his lap.

"What's that?" Jenn asks.

"No, I just saw the trailer for this movie before." You tell her.

"I'm not surprised. Piece of crap's being advertised everywhere. Online, bus stops, even pizza boxes!" Jenn informs you.

"I... take it you're not a fan." You muse. Denizen of the web that you were, you were no stranger to the art of hating movies before you'd even seen them.

"Miyuki Sho, the main actress, she used to be a pretty notable figure in the indie scene. She used to play real women, detailed characters that dealt with real issues, y'know? Now, she's gone Hollywood, doing the sort of role that was a hoary old cliche long before Pearl Harbor. I don't know what she's thinking. It's like she lost her mind, slowly became a different person." Jenn explains.

Or maybe, she just wanted to make a movie that wasn't about sniffing her own farts, something that would actually get her paid, you think slyly, though you don't bring any of that up to Jenn. You were happy with the level of spit currently in your takeout, thank you very much.

"I guess there aren't a lot of opportunities for women like her." You say noncommitially. "Been a while since I saw a Marvel movie with an asian woman protagonist."

Jenn nods in agreement, her bountiful curls bouncing. God, you'd love to play with those while you fucked her throat, you idly thought.

"Wow, it seems like you actually get it!" Jenn smiles. Thinking on, she pulls out a pen and scribbles a few words on your pizza box.

"That's the name of a political group I'm a part of. We're based on the campus, we discuss a lot of issues, do marches, protests, that sort of thing. Check us out sometime... comrade." Jenn says, layering that last word with winking irony.

You tell her you will. And you're half serious. Any excuse to see her outside of a food delivery context, you'd be a fool not to take.

Saying goodbye, Jenn heads off to her next delivery. You watch the back of her little red shorts as she moves off, then head back inside.

The rest of the night passes in the usual contented blur of junkfood, internet and onanism.