The doorbell rang. Ashley groaned. For the third time today, she put down her controller, and strolled to the door of her home. As she passed her roommate's door, she banged thrice upon it before continuing on to the front entrance without a word.
The doorbell rang again. “I’m coming,” she called before muttering, “keep your damn pants on.”
She opened the door to see a tanned teenager wearing a red and white uniform. He had short pink hair with gel in it to make it look messy. In both hands, he held a large paper-bag with a pair of yellow smiley faces on it above the words ‘Good Eats Yum.’
“Hiya,” the teenager said. “I’ve a deli-”
Ashley cut in, “Yeah, I can see that. She prepaid, right?”
The guy’s expression seemed a bit caught off, but he recovered