Thatll be fifteen seventy-eight, he was a swarthy guy in jeans, a well-worn shirt, and a completely indifferent expression.
Yeah, right, heres twenty five, he said exchanging the cash for the pizza box. The pizza guy turned with out a word and disappeared as he closed the door.
Hell of a tip the womans voice called from the couch.
I never know how much and I didnt want him to come back and pee on your door because I gave him a lousy tip.
Not much of a chance of that, she said getting a couple of plates and paper napkins from the dining area of her apartment. He turned and looked at her and she took his breath away, again. She was wearing a simple womans cut tee shirt, blue with a gently sloping scooped neck that barley covered the tops of her breasts and light blue shorts that looked like cut-off sweat pants but they were made of a lighter cotton material.