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FUCK! I'm gonna have to watch The Pitt, aren't I?

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I have a goal of actually writing this year instead of just gnawing on ideas in my head so heres some more delivery driver reader thoughts

"you all roommates?" You ask, handing Gaz the bag of food. You told yourself you wouldn't linger but damn if you weren't curious, and damn if Gaz wasn't gorgeous.

"something like that"

he smiled, leaning against the door in a way that made your stomach flutter. You're too busy fumbling with your phone to complete your order to notice him glancing behind you to check in on Soap's progress as he places the tracker on your car.

"you have a lot of orders?"

You can't help but sigh at the question. Judging by how slow it's been lately it's clear you're not the only one struggling financially. The look of concern in Gaz's eyes makes you falter

"It's been alright" it feels dumb to lie now after he clearly already knows the answer, but you can't bring yourself to burden him with your problems. You awkwardly clear your throat, glancing away ,

"Um, anyways, I'll get out of here, guess I'll see you next time you order food"

The awkward laugh you give does nothing to cover the cringe you feel at your clumsy words, but he gives you a warm smile anyway, one that makes you feel hot under the collar all over again

"I'm sure you will"

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Throwing around an idea in my head of you picking up delivering food when you need some extra cash. This one order is kinda in the middle of nowhere but it's a good tip and you can listen to your podcast so you take it. Something you kinda regret when you're greeted by a hulking Scotsman at the door. You hope your strained polite smile doesn't just encourage him and he says something about ordering food more often if it means a Bonnie thing like you comes with it. You start at the booming Manchester accent telling him to quit fucking about and get back in