A/N: I can't say how much I'm glad you guys like the idea of this. I've the idea in my head for a while and contemplated passing it over to castlefanficprompts instead of actually writing it, or submitting it to one of the better authors who could do it more justice than me (I didn't mean for this to sound so self-depreciating, but you catch my drift) So I'm very glad you like it, cause I do too :)
The next he time calls, it's just a little after midday and he actually craves pizza … though of course, not more than he craved to see her. He could still feel the brush of his fingers against hers, still feel the rush of excitement that heated his blood and fuelled his interest in her.
He was alone in the loft, had just finished a chapter and sent it off to Gina. He didn't want to say anything too soon, but he felt like he had another idea for a story brewing in the back of his mind, somewhere in the endless sentences he wrote just describing her, writing about just how he imagined her to be and he was sure he wasn't wrong.
He didn't think anyone could actually tell this story … falling for a pizza delivery girl, after only seeing her twice, but it would be a nice story to tell if anything ever came out of it.
It gave him some comfort and confidence to know that by the way she acted, he wasn't alone in his interest and with that confidence, he hit speed dial #3. (Yes, he had Authentic Nick's on Speed Dial now.)
After a frustrating phone call with what must be a new employee, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair as he repeated his order for the fifth time to another employee and listened to the voice on the other line inform him of the time and price as usual, asking the usual, "Pick up or delivery." He chose delivery and hung up the phone.
He checked the time on his phone, 1:26pm and glanced down at his clothes. He was in jeans and a sweatshirt, he should probably change … but who wears anything but jeans and sweats when home in the middle of the day.
Thinking about it now … Who was home wearing sweats and jeans in the middle of the day ... in the middle of the week? Unemployed men, single dads … He was the latter but he didn't want to give her the impression of the former, he also didn't want to assume that she knew who she was. That had gotten him into many awkward situations before and he didn't want that with her.
However there was no way to casually slip into their meeting that we was a writer without sounding a bit pretentious, so he just had to go with it.
A few minutes later as he worried himself into a panic about what she would think, the doorbell rang.
Odd.
She usually knocked.
He put that out of his mind as he ran a hand through his hair and walked to the door, a smile on his face as he opened the door to greet her.
The smile fell instantly when the person on the other side of the door was not her, but instead some adolescent male, with a bored expression on his face, holding his pizza box out to him.
Castle took the box from him and handed him the cash and shut the door after muttering out a thanks.
He couldn't describe the wave of disappointment that ran through him when he opened the door and didn't see Kate. He had gone two weeks without seeing her, and it was two weeks too much if you'd ask him and now he'd have to go another … he thought calling again before the week was out was a bit much.
Would he ever see her next time? What if she had stopped working there? Maybe she thought he was getting too creepy and didn't want to deliver to him anymore?
But no, that's not what she had said last time, she did say she would always be happy to bring him pizza whenever he ordered it. That's what she said right? He didn't just imagine what he wanted to hear right?
Whatever it was, he took the box of pizza into the kitchen, not wanting it that much anymore, but giving into the rumbling of his stomach and took a slice.
It didn't even taste as good.
He continued chewing on his pizza half heartedly, hoping that next week when he ordered, it was her face he saw and not some bored looking boy.
End A/N: Any and all mistakes are mine, and unfortunately the characters are not.