Title/Prompt: A Pizza Delivery Man Delivering a Pre-Paid Pizza to the Wrong Address
Word Count: 182
"…I did not order a pizza." Vincent said.
The short, pimply teenager rechecked his notepad. "You're number 1802, on Winter's Drive?" He said.
"Yes, but—"
"Then this must be your pizza."
Vincent sighed, "We've already been through this. I didn't order a pizza. I don't even like pizza."
"Well, sir, maybe somebody else in your house ordered it. It's already paid for; perhaps it was one of your children that ordered it?" The Teenager said.
Vincent wasn't sure where his facial features landed—somewhere in between distraught and flabbergasted. "Do I look like the type to have…children?"
"Well, I don't know. People are hot for vampires right now."
"I am not a vampire."
"I think that's what most vampires say."
"Get off my lawn."
"But sir, this pizza is probably getting cold—"
"Get off my lawn."
"Can't I at least get a tip for my troubles?"
That was when Vincent pulled out Cerberus.
The Teenager couldn't run fast enough to get off of that lawn.