Curly adjusted the pizza box in his hands, its cheesy aroma a comforting buffer against the awkwardness he always felt before a delivery. He knocked on the door of apartment 4B, a small smile already plastered on his face, the kind he reserved for customers. It was ingrained now, a reflex honed from countless pizza deliveries across town.

The door swung inward, revealing a woman who looked like she'd just rolled out of bed. Sleepy eyes blinked up at him from beneath a cascade of unruly, dark curls. She wore a faded, oversized t-shirt that hung loosely on her frame, and her bare feet peeked out from underneath the hem. The scent of her shampoo mingled with the pizza aroma in the air between them.

"Pizza?" Curly asked, his smile widening as it always did on a successful delivery, until his gaze wandered. "Breast.. i-i mean chicken breast?" he stammered, his face instantly flushing with embarrassment at his slip of the tongue.

"But I ordered one large pepperoni pizza.." she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep as she reached for her purse dangling from a hook near the door. The movement caused her shirt to stretch slightly across her chest, and Curly felt his blush intensify.

As she fumbled for her wallet, Curly's gaze, against his will, drifted downward again. He couldn't help but notice the generous curve of her breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. A blush crept up his neck, prickling his skin. Damn, he thought, instantly regretting the involuntary thought. Not cool, Curly. Not cool at all.

He immediately averted his eyes, focusing instead on the chipped paint of the doorframe. He forced a polite cough, willing the blush to recede. He prided himself on being professional, on being friendly and efficient. He never wanted to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

"Oh! Right right let me grab your order wait a sec!" Curly said, turning quickly to go behind his motorcycle and open the delivery bag to retrieve the correct pizza she had ordered.