RomanoxReader: Pizza Delivery"This ragazza again?" I grumbled as I examined the address written on the piece of paper. I was to deliver a variety of pizza to (y/n), who is now an occasional customer; cheese, pepperoni, and veggies. I swear, I have her home address stuck in my brain. What else does this girl eat? Hopefully some healthy food like salad and chicken.RomanoxReader: Pizza Delivery9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I placed the three boxes of pizza on the back rack of my bike and peddled off to my destination. Along the way, I cussed at a few idiots who didn't stop their cars on time. They better be smarter next time.
I finally reached the ragazza's house and parked my bike by one of the tons of cars on the block. Wait, tons? I looked around and saw cars aligned on each side of the block, leaving no space for anyone else to park.
"Hopefully these cars won't be here for much longer," I thought to myself as I took the boxes and carried them over to (y/n)'s house. The closer I got to the house, the louder the music was. I noticed colorful balloons littered around by th