Hugo stood at the door, staring at the pizza delivery guy who had somehow become the strangest regular character in his life.
The guy looked the same as last time—same greasy uniform, same wild eyes that made him look like he spent too much time thinking about life's mysteries.
"Ah, pizza…" the delivery guy said in a deep, overly dramatic voice, holding out the boxes like he was presenting sacred artefacts. "The food of kings. The sustenance of warriors. It begins and ends in a crust."
Not this guy again!
Hugo blinked, unsure whether to laugh or shut the door in his face. "Right… thanks for bringing it," he muttered, reaching for his wallet.
The guy didn't stop. He put a hand over his heart like he was about to recite a pledge. "Remember this: a pizza shared is not just a meal—it is a bond forged in mozzarella and crust."
Hugo froze, mid payment, his mouth slightly open. 'Does this guy practise these lines in front of a mirror?'
