"Thank you for calling Billy's Fresh Pizza this is Dakota how can I help you?"
Dakota Naes sunk into auto-pilot mode as the person on the phone ordered what type of pizza they wanted. Three XL extra meat pizzas with light sauce and light cheese. Which basically meant they wanted an entire cow on a piece of bread. The address was for a downtown building… one of the high-rise swanky joints.
"It'll be 64.85….Yes,Ma'm… It'll be about 25-30 minutes."
Dakota sighed as the line clicked off and she hung up the phone. She really hated evening shifts. Hated the people she worked with, hated being at work until midnight and she hated how mind numbingly boring it was.
"Yo, D,why are you even here? I thought I was supposed to have Greenburg today?" A heavy-set man asked from the pizza make-line.
"Greenburg switched shifts, something about extra lacrosse practice or some shit like that." She generally didn't mind switching with the high school kid since it meant that she got more hours and a larger pay-check.
The manager tsked as he went back to making the three extra meaty pizzas while complaining about stupid teenagers not letting him know about when they were switching shifts. Her manager was generally a good guy, she had a few complaints about his work ethic and intense body oder, but working for him wasn't awful. While waiting for the delivery up she took to folding pizza boxes on auto-pilot until the order was ready to go.
The building was a good ten minute drive, which was enough time for Dakota to fabricate multiple death scenarios; murder, kidnapping, werewolves…. God, she hated the fact that werewolves were a thing. Best part of this knowledge is that her dad's girlfriend had just told her one day out of the blue. Dakota hadn't believed her until the local pack had shown up to a family BBQ a few weeks later. The Alpha of the pack had noted a 'spark' inside of her and explained what an emissary was. The Alpha had hooked her up with a local teacher and a few online contacts if she ever moved away. Which she had, about three years later. She had wanted to try the whole living away from home thing and had ended up at a mediocre job with a shitty apartment.
A horn shot her out of her little musings when she noticed she had blown through a red light and had almost gotten hit. Hopefully it had been too dark for the other person to see the stupid pizza sign. She didn't need another write up against her, she was already on her second one and another could get her fired.
When she arrived at the building she was kind of surprised it didn't have a buzzer system. There was an elderly man sitting at the front desk who waved her in. She smiled at him and he smiled back eyeing the pizza slightly before handing her a visitor clip board to fill out. While Dakota wanted to complain that she was just delivering a pizza she also figured that this was his job and that getting it over with wouldn't hurt her.
"Where you headed up to?"
Dakota checked the little paper slip that held the contents of the order and the address of the delivery.
"The penthouse?" Dakota puzzled on the idea that someone would order shitty pizza when they obviously had more than enough money and was currently living in a penthouse suite.
"Top button in the elevator to the right."
Dakota smiled and gave a nod to the man as she walked past him.
The elevator ride up was fairly uneventful, she almost dropped the pizzas at one point because she tried to rest her travel bag against a hand hold.
The elevator doors opened and she stepped out into one of the tiniest hallways she had ever seen. One end was a fire extinguisher and the other down a few feet was a clean white door, which by process of elimination lead her to believe that the door was in fact the penthouse. Unless that was roof access and she had somehow completely missed the penthouse floor.
She knocked on the door and waited, usually it took a good minute for anyone to answer the door since they were usually detangling themselves from whatever it was that they were doing inside.
The sound of nails on hardwood made Dakota smile. Usually that sound was accompanied by a puppy of some sort, which were Dakota's favorite deliveries because the pet's owner usually let her pet it.
What greeted her was not a happy puppy but instead a woman with extremely long toe nails. Well that was new, not exactly the adorable puppy she was hoping for but the woman was still pretty. By far better than her last two deliveries that ended with her looking at shirtless chubby men.
"Uh, hi there… it'll be $ 64.85." Dakota put on her best fake smile as the woman looked her up and down before glancing back into the apartment as a new tapping came closer. The tapping had been a cane with a man attached to it.
The man was stupidly attractive, sandy blond hair, and a jaw line that looked like you could cut yourself on it. She also noticed his eyes which were discolored and a little milky. It clicked in her head that he was blind. Her smile relaxed a bit falling back into her resting face as he entered the doorway with the woman.
The guy sniffed the air slightly and smirked while reaching into his back pocket and handing a wallet to the woman. He moved his head in a way that looked like he was taking the sight of Dakota in even though he was in fact blind. She still felt herself color a bit in the cheeks.
"Kali give the woman whatever's in there."
Oh Dakota was going to die. His voice was deep, kinda gravely and British.
The woman, Kali, fished money out of his wallet and handed it to Dakota, Dakota then handed over the pizzas and had the door delicately slammed in her face.
Dakota blinked at the door for a second before turning and heading to the elevator. She stepped inside and looked at the money in her hand. On top of the 64 dollars they had given her a 50 dollar tip. She blinked at the cash in her hand, than started to giggle as the doors closed.
"Christ, I should have offered to suck his dick."