"Ay bro, get the door for me?" he requests, in return only getting an awkward pause of silence. He was far from the door of his household and fact Hep was just a room away, but whatever. Unable to ignore the constant ringing, he finally gave in with a breathy huff. The Seattle man skittered over to answer the door; he was chill about it, he’d wasn’t gonna front over nothing.
The door creaked open slowly and he rose a brow at the female who stood before him. He hadn’t ordered any food, perhaps it was his lazy ass of a crew mate. A brow raised with a tiny chuckle as he waved a bit to the delivery personal. “Jay Park? Where?” he humored, picking up the bag of food she had offered to him.
"Y-you!", Bora stuttered in surprise while her eyes were glued on the male right in front of her; but once her hands were lifted from the weight of the food, she blinked awake from her trance. She then realized that the rest of the food that she was still supposed to deliver was spread out on the house's porch, making a huge noodle puddle. "Oh my goodness, your porch", the female covered her mouth in exasperation, not only that she might have just have to pay for the waste, but she also must have looked like crazy in front of the celebrity.
Her hands shook in panic, "Uhm. Let me just clean the mess up. I'm really sorry. You can have the food for free", she then tries to ignore the fact that she was watched as she starts to pick up some upturned bowls. She bit her lips nervously, head bent down as she expects an upcoming outburst.