Trish
Dante never received the pizza he had ordered.
Exactly 5 minutes later, he received a strawberry parfait instead, all wrapped up in a Styrofoam cup, and covered with a plastic lid.
He forgave the pizza dude.
However, one strawberry parfait will not compensate for a pizza.
He dialed up again, his feet resting on the table and a magazine on his hand.
"Yeah, hello? New employee pizza girl?"
A pause or two later, gruff voice greeted him instead.
"Yes, what would you like, sir? The usual, sir?"
"Is it me or did the company replace the previous one for screwing around with me?"
"No sir, I just caught a cold. So sir, what this time, sir?"
Dante sighed, his hand covering the goddamn pinky phone.
Patty meanwhile, laughed like a maniac. Dante paid no heed
"Well, just the regular pizza. Get coke this time."
"But that ain't your usual, sir."
"Uh, yeah, whatever. Stop calling me sir, you make me sound old."
"But policies require us to address customers as sir or madam, sir. Would you rather prefer madam, sir?"
"What?"
"You know sir, section 35.b, Article 104, The Complete Guide to Food: 'Address and show utmost respect to customers, at all times.'"
"What the fluffing hell?"
"Sir, hell is not fluffy."
"Yep it's definitely you from the last chapter. Where have you been all my life, honey?"
"Right here reading the Guidebook, sir."
"Am I getting my pizza anyways?"
"Yes, of course, sir. Right after my cold's cured. I might infect you with the virus, sir."
Dante covered the phone, and let out a sigh loud as a tanker horn. Patty was still laughing.
Well, kudos and cookies for our first reviewer, ExtremeRainbowRaiderPrincess. That's an awesome name by the way. Just superb! :D *.*
Some explanation in need, since everything will be from Dante's point of view. Simply put, Lady told Trish about the prank, which Patty told Lady.
Girl networking system, check. :D