As a mid to late 20 year old guy, I eat my fair share of takeaways especially when I can’t be bothered to cook for that evening. Recently, we’ve been having some pretty bad weather, my fridge was empty which meant I wasn’t going to the shop.
Straight onto the a well know takeaway app, food ordered and within 20 mins, I get the notification Lucy is on her way. I hear the rain and wind pelting my window, I hope Lucy is in my car I think to myself. Another 15 mins pass and then there’s a knock on my door. I rush with excitement for my food and I’m greeted with a small but curvy mid 30’s woman who is soaking wet from head to toe. Water dripping down her face. What a dick I am I think to myself making some one deliver to me in this weather or perhaps they shoulda drove.
Lucy handed over my food not really saying much, the rain getting harder on her back as she began to turn around. I felt a wave of sadness and instinctively shouted