The girl has black messy hair, blue eyes and her build is not very athletic to say the least. She was on her phone, a bit hunched, leaning in the wall lost in her phone. She looked like she barely noticed that five minutes had passed.
Average looking. In fact, below average, all things considered. Now he did not think he himself was good looking. In fact this girl could be said to be more good looking than him. But in his head he had already made a scenario in which at the door would be a beauty. He had made the shallow assumption that at the door a beauty must be standing, specially for him, prepared by the universe.
And in this very moment, while he barely noticed that he did this, he made the very shallow assumption that this girl, below average as she was, was not worth it to go through all the trouble of washing himself and stressing out. But it is still a girl. And it is still a human being. The nervousness, while not being as tingly and exciting as it was when his hopes where high, did not subside completely.
Having watched the girl, knowing her looks, he decided to just open the door.
The girl, immersed in her phone as she was, got startled at the door that suddenly opened. When she looked up she saw... a wretched looking man. The first thing she felt was a subtle amount of disgust at seeing someone so clearly not taking care of himself. Not that she had much to boast about in this subject. And the second thing she felt... a more basal form of disgust as waft of sweaty air invaded her nostrils, obviously originating from the room in front of her.
Her face scrunched up a little bit. However, she had to hold herself back. She could not show him the disgust she felt. She had a mission here after all.
She thought about it one more time. Do I want to start this? Do I really have to listen to them? But she had lost the bet after all. And so, she started talking.
"Hello mister, I have your pizza for you! Could I please ask you what your name is?"
As she said this she walked a bit closer. Disgust filling her more and more with every step. Disgust, now targeted to herself. Her pride, leaving her with every step she took. Not that she had a respectable amount of that before this though. In the pursuit of making friends pride only got in the way, so she gave up on that quite some time ago now.
She waited for his response. He had been silently looking at her after all. He was defenitely a creep!
But he did not respond quickly. Multiple things were going through his head. He saw the disgust on her face. He knew that this girl did not have any respect for him. As he saw her making steps towards him, asking for his name and looking at him semi-seductively but still mixed with some hard to hide disgust he did not know what to do. Was the girl interested in him? Impossible. So what was going on here?
But with these thoughts a feeling of extreme unease started welling up. The fact that the girl waited so readily. The fact that she looked so distracted by her phone when the door was closed but when the door opened, she tried to hide the disgust she felt and tried to be friendly. Things started clicking in his head. But also, he started to feel like maybe he was going insane. The girl litteraly only asked him what his name was. It could very, very easily be just a personality trait of hers to step closer and who would try to hide it if they felt disgusted at another person.
Concluding his train of thought, he gave his name. Saying it out loud almost felt alien to him. Hearing the word coming out of his mouth felt wrong. It brought up some bad memories. The name of a person represents a person, and the person attached to this name was part of the reason why his whole life was like this. He did not deserve this name. He did not deserve any name.
And after that he grabbed the pizza, paid and said thanks and then closed the door. He did not engage the girl further, as it would only worsen his day further. Any excitement he felt earlier was ruthlessly extinguished by the cold reality of his life and fleeting memories from when everything seemed better.
As he was walking back to his bed the girl was still outside. She was half-panicking. What would they say if she came back empty handed! So she tried something very bold.
She yelled "Sir, I think I'm interested in you!"
Interested in you. This brought back a lot of memories. Memories he did not want to think about. But his mental control was not what it used to be. He started slipping back into memories of a time he tried to forget. A time he tried to hide from.
"I'm sliding my number under your door, please text me!" Said the girl before running away. Her pride was not lower than ever.
But he did not notice. He was lost in memories.