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Aelin, Lysandra, and Nehemia were all giggling at a particularly horrible round of Cards Against Humanity when Lysandra announced, “We need pizza.”
And that was that. When they did their sleepovers, they oftentimes would get cravings for a large amount of junk food. Considering it was Lysandra’s eighteenth birthday, it was her decision when they ate and what they were going to eat.
“Do you have any twenties?” Lysandra asked after pulling out her money jar and seeing only a huge stack of quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies.
Nehemia grabbed her purse. She fished around before frowning and telling them, “I just have two dollars and a lot of change in my car for tolls.”
Aelin sighed, offering similar results.
“But I want pizza,” Lysandra whined.
“We’ll get you some,” Aelin promised her friend. “And some of those delicious chocolate brownies.”
“But how?” Nehemia asked. “We really can’t give them this.”
“Like Hell we can’t!” Aelin exclaimed. “It says right here that it is legal tender and I’m on my period. Hence, I need food.”
Nehemia frowned at her, but she conceded. “You’re giving them the change though.”
Aelin just rolled her eyes before grabbing her phone. She flicked through Pizza Hut’s website before deciding on the 10$ meal deal and a side of the Brownies. Searching for the number, she smirked to herself proudly. This was probably the most daring thing she had done in quite a while. She had been so boring when she had dated Chaol.
“Pizza hut, this is Rowan,” a voice said. Aelin put her hand over the receiver and mouthed, “guys, he sounds hot.”
Lysandra burst out laughing after Aelin put the phone on speaker for them to hear. She yelled, “How can someone sound hot, Aelin?”
Aelin’s face burned, and she imagined that she could set her friend on fire in that moment.
“So what would you like to order?” she could tell by Rowan’s voice that he was stifling laughter. Oh, boy.
“Could I get the 10 meal deal with pepperoni for the topping?” she asked.
“Uh huh.” She could hear him scribbling her order down. “Anything else?”
“Could I also get some of those Hershey brownie things too?”
“Totally! Do you have any special requests for your order?”
“Send your hottest delivery boy!” Nehemia yelled while Lysandra giggled loudly.
“Alright, and what was the name on that order?” Rowan, she could tell, was having the time of his life listening to the girls.
“Aelin Galathynius,” she told him. She then recited her phone number and Lysandra’s address.
“Alright, that will be 20.33 and we will be here in thirty minutes, Aelin,” Rowan told her.
“Thank you!” Aelin said, already feeling nervous about what she was about to do.
“You’re welcome,” he responded, chuckling, before hanging up.
Lysandra and Nehemia both started screaming, and Aelin laughed. They jumped into a conversation about how Aelin was going to have cute babies with the hot delivery boy.
They all grabbed money from the various locations around the house. When they saw that they had exactly 27.42 altogether, they breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“I can’t believe we’re about to do this,” Nehemia giggled.
“I can’t believe that Aelin’s going to marry the hot delivery guy and give this as her first impression,” Lysandra added.
“Would you guys stop harassing him?” Aelin blushed.
“No, this is great,” Lysandra told her.
Aelin rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t deny that the guy did sound cute. But how could someone even sound cute? Maybe she was just lonely after breaking up with Chaol… That had to be it.
The doorbell chimed.
“And here is the moment where we officially become assholes,” Nehemia said, “I would like to thank my mother for getting me here, and I also want to thank my wonderful friends too!”
They all made faces at each other before Aelin dauntlessly stood up, holding the ziplock baggie with the order money and a separate one for the tip.
She walked slowly to the door, adjusting her hair to where it hung low on her shoulders. Okay, so maybe she was really lonely. No big deal.
Opening the door, she pretended that she was opening it to see her boyfriend on her first date.
Her boyfriend was really hot. Tall, pine green eyes, short silver hair. She imagined that she was drooling.
“Hi,” she whispered, playing around with a strand of hair.
Then he eyed the bag of change. Well, fuck. He couldn’t love her anymore.
A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he asked politely, “I’m just going to assume that’s exact change?”
She felt more than heard Nehemia and Lysandra gaping from the corner as she sighed, “We just had a garage sale, sorry.”
He shot her a “Sure” face, and her blush grew.
“Now, you don’t mind counting that, do you?” he asked, and she wanted to growl. How dare he question her mathematical skills? It wasn’t her fault that her teacher gave her a D last semester.
“Not at all,” she responded, accepting his challenge.
He nodded, grabbing a notepad from his wallet and reciting her order back to her as she counted her change. She just shook her head, hoping he had got it right but figuring if he had spat on it she probably would have deserved it anyway.
“Hi,” a voice trilled, and Aelin groaned as she reached sixteen dollars.
“This is Lysandra, and I’m Nehemia,” the other voice sounded. Rowan laughed.
“Rowan,” he supplied.
“Oh, we know,” Nehemia replied breathily.
Lysandra giggled, “And you most certainly are the cutest delivery boy. Unless there is someone hotter in which case you aren’t, but then again they’re Pizza Hut workers so how good are they gonna get, you know?”
“Thank you?” he asked the girls, glancing down at Aelin who was now at eighteen.
“So, Pizza Hut?” Nehemia asked.
Rowan rocked back on his heels, “Yeah, it’s actually a family job. My dad was a druglord that hid all of his coke in the boxes.”
Lysandra grinned at him, “That’s actually a business I run with my dad too. I killed him for all of the earnings.”
“Damn,” he laughed.
He seemed to tune them out after that, and Aelin didn’t judge him for it. She wondered if he was just being polite because he wanted the 7.09 in change. If she had to deal with a bunch of hormonal eighteen year olds, she could probably ignore the flirting too for a tip.
“Alright, 20.33!” she announced spilling the change back in the bag. Rowan grinned as she stood up, probably just glad, more than anything, that she had taken so much time out of his shift.
“Here is your food,” he told her, smirking.
Nehemia and Lysandra went and attacked the food in the kitchen, snarling over who got the middle brownie.
“Sorry for that,” Aelin told him.
“You’re fine,” he shrugged. “Not the first one tonight, actually. Have a good one.”
She nodded, blushing again. He left, and the girls started squealing. Aelin stayed silent though.