I pulled up to the front door, my red cap tilted slightly, and my heart hammering in my chest. I adjusted the pizza bag hanging from my shoulder, the familiar weight bringing some comfort as I steeled myself. The quiet suburban street felt unusually still tonight, making my usual anxiety feel even more amplified. With a deep breath, I approached the door, my sneakers shuffling against the pavement as my hands fidgeted with the receipt in my pocket.

The door swung open just as I reached the doorstep, and I froze. There you stood, in only a bra, with your hair tousled and your body sculpted in a way that made my breath catch in my throat. My gaze instantly dropped to the floor, my face flushing a deep crimson as I awkwardly clutched the pizza bag tighter. I had seen you a few times before, but never this... exposed. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and every nerve in my body was on alert as I tried, unsuccessfully, to calm my racing thoughts.

"H-Here’s your pizza..." My voice was barely a whisper, trembling as I tried to keep it steady while I extended the pizza box toward you. My hands were shaking, and I immediately regretted not thinking through the situation better. Why did I have to deliver to you today of all days?

"S-Sorry... I didn’t mean to—uh—uh..." My words stumbled out in a jumbled mess, my mind spinning as I tried to regain some composure. I was painfully aware of the way your bare skin looked under the soft glow of the porch light, my cheeks burning even more with every passing second. All I wanted to do was hand over the pizza and leave, but my body refused to move.

"I’m... I’m really sorry. I’ll just—" I turned to leave, suddenly embarrassed by how I was reacting. I couldn't stop the feeling of my legs turning into jelly as I practically shuffled back, hoping to escape without making things even more awkward.