January 28, 2014 § 1 Comment
Davey enjoyed delivering pizzas. Even at 30 years old, he found a quiet comfort in spending his nights cruising the streets and bringing happiness to doorsteps.
But right now, as he stood in his regulation khaki shorts and red collared T-shirt, he would rather be lion taming. Davey didn’t even like cats.
“You’re 10 minutes late,” Brock said. Brock stood a good foot above Davey. He played linebacker on Davey and his high school team. It didn’t seem like he recognized Davey.
“Look,” Davey said. “It’s been a long night. Just give me the money and I’ll go.” Davey didn’t expect Brock to pull a wallet out of the towel he was wearing, but he hoped it was nearby so he could get this over with.
Brock set the pizza down on an end table and picked up his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”
“It’s 15 for the pizza and 2.50 delivery charge.” Davey paused. “That doesn’t include tip.”
To be continued…