“Coming!” Sakura’s feet pad over to the door to collect, what she assumes is, her food delivery. However, much to her surprise, she’s greeted by her handsome neighbor who’s…holding her groceries? “Oh! You’re a delivery driver?”
“Actually these were delivered to my apartment by mistake,” Sasuke admits.
“Ah I see. Well I can take them.” She reaches to take the bags, but pauses when he speaks up again.
“They’re heavy,” he tells her. “I don’t mind bringing them in for you, if you’re fine with that?”
Not wanting their interaction to end, Sakura doesn’t tell him she usually has no issues carrying them in. Plus she thinks the tips of his ears are turning red, but her tired eyes could be playing tricks on her. “Sure! I’ll lead you to the kitchen.” The journey from the entryway to the counter is a short walk, and Sasuke places the bags down.
“Thank you,” Sakura says. “I work at the hospital, so I don’t have much time to go shopping myself.”
“I didn’t want anything to go bad.”
“Um…Would you like to stay for dinner?” She feels her cheeks warming and nervousness begins to set in that her crush is standing in her apartment. Before she can stop herself, words start falling from her mouth. “I typically cook a big meal and divide up the leftovers to take for my lunch at work, so I would have more than enough for you too. I mean you don’t have to or anything, I just thought that since you helped me it’s the least I could since –”
“Sakura,” he interrupts her rambling, attempting to hide his grin. “I can stay for dinner, if you don’t mind having me.”
Sakura sighs with relief. “Great!”
A few days later Sasuke plops onto his couch after coming home from his business meeting, which ran late. He’s tired and starving, but there’s not much in his apartment that would satisfy his hunger. Is Sakura home yet? He doesn’t recall seeing any lights on as he passed by earlier and she did mention working odd hours.
Sasuke enjoyed the previous dinner they shared, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a home cooked meal. They shared a pleasant conversation and watched a few episodes of a new show on KageFlix. It was the most fun he’s had in a long time, and to be able to share the experience with his crush was the cherry on top of his night.
They exchanged numbers before he left, and he’s been trying to find the right time to send her a message. Would she mind if he sent her one now? What if she’s already out with her friends? Is he overthinking this? Sasuke is sure he is.
Feeling a brief buzz come from his pocket, he pulls out his phone and finds a text from his pink-haired neighbor.
Sakura: Hey Sasuke-kun! I’m about to leave the hospital. If you’re not busy, do you want to come over and watch some more of that show? I was planning on getting a pizza tonight, if you want I can order an extra one for you too? :)
Sasuke bits his lower lip as a smile stretches across his lips and texts her back.
He receives a reply almost immediately.
Sakura: I should be home in about 30 minutes and we can order it together! See you soon :)
Standing up, Sasuke walks into the bathroom for a quick shower and to change into more casual clothes.
“...And that’s how you started dating?” Sarada looks at her parents with an eyebrow raised.
“It’s true!” Sakura exclaims. “After that whenever one of us would order out, we’d invite the other over. And after seeing the sorry state of his fridge,” she nods her head towards her husband. “I started cooking more so he could take some home. A few weeks later your father finally asked me out and we went on an official date, but we preferred staying in.” Sasuke nods his head in agreement.
“We know it’s not the most exciting love story, but it’s ours,” Sarada’s parents share a loving look, and she can’t help but smile fondly at them.
“You should’ve tracked down whoever the delivery driver was who messed up Mama’s order. Without them, who knows how long it would’ve taken for you to finally get together.”
“We sort of did,” Sasuke reveals.
Sasuke opens Sakura’s front door after she asks him to greet the delivery driver. They don’t have a profile photo on their profile, so Sasuke isn’t sure who he’s looking out for, but he’s confused when he finds the apartment building manager standing there, who apparently also works as a delivery driver.
“Hatake?” Looking at his hands, Sasuke sees the red delivery bag.
“Sasuke?” Kakashi’s voice feigns astonishment. “I didn’t expect to see you in Sakura’s apartment.”
Their exchange is taking longer than Sakura expected, so she comes around the corner to see what’s going on. “Sasuke-kun? Is something wrong? I think this is the same person who delivered my groceries to your place, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they messed up again…Hatake-san? What are you doing here?”
“Hello to you too, Sakura. I’m only here to deliver your order from Akimichi’s BBQ and Grill,” he takes a box out of the red bag and hands it to Sasuke. “Well you two have a good evening,” Kakashi grins and waves before walking off, leaving his two tenants in utter shock. After they both stare at the open door for an extra few seconds, Sasuke pushes it closed with his foot.
“Well that was unexpected,” Sakura finally says. “But I’m sure the driver had the same name as the one who left my groceries at your address. Why would Hatake-san do that when he knows which unit is mine?” Sasuke shrugs and honestly doesn’t have an answer either.
Kakashi steps back into his car, waiting for his phone to load the destination for his next delivery. Seems like his little plan to set up those two worked. Having to watch them exchange nervous and flushed glances whenever they’d pass by or come into his office was starting to become painful to watch, and he wanted to give them a little push. Now that it seems his plan was a success, they better invite him to their future wedding.
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