"Kol falls in love with Caroline who's a pizza girl. All Human." –StefQ

I didn't think the prompts could get any more random, I stand corrected.

This is kinda fluffy. I know. I can't believe it either.

Caroline doesn't know what to expect when she walks up to the front door of the largest mansion in town. She never had reason before to ever have to set foot on the Mikaelson family's property. After all, she isn't friends with any of the Mikaelson siblings and her parents are acquaintances at most with Mr. and Mrs. Mikaelson.

And the place really seems incredible and she hasn't even been inside. She steels herself and rings the doorbell. She just has to make this delivery and she's done for the night. She can go home and study for her Chemistry test tomorrow.

No one comes to the door for a few minutes and she debates ringing the doorbell again until the front door opens and one of the many Mikaelson spawn appears. It has to be the youngest guy since the other three older ones had left home years ago. He's in the year above her – something with a K.

Ugh, what's with this family and the letter K? Are they related to the Kardashians or something?

She pastes on her brightest smile and hands out the pizza box like a damn trophy because she wants to go home already and she still has to return to the workplace to return the car and her uniform before she can go to her house.

The guy whose name she still can't remember eyes her as he takes out the money for his order, accepting the box with one hand. She tries not to squirm under his dark gaze because he reminds her a bit of a serial killer and it's making her antsy.

"Thanks," She squeaks when she has the money. "Have a good night."

She doesn't wait for a response and practically sprints the few feet to the company car. As she drives away she glances at the rearview mirror to see he's gone inside the house.

It's her day off the next day so when she comes to work a day later, Bonnie greets her as she's changing into her uniform. "Rich Guy called again last night." The other girl tells her.

"So?" Caroline isn't surprised at this. She knows some people can live off pizza alone.

"And he asked specifically for 'the cute blonde with the bright smile'." Bonnie gives her a look. "You don't think he's a serial killer, do you?"

Caroline looks horrified. "I did get a bit of a vibe from him, yeah."

"Well, we had to send someone else because you weren't here," Bonnie explains. "And Elena said he looked disappointed to see her instead."

Okay, this is getting creepy.

Bonnie eyed her up and down in her red and white uniform that really looks atrocious on anyone, including perfect Elena. "How he found you attractive in that I will never know."

Caroline looks at her reflection in the mirror and agrees.

Elena comes in looked hurried. "Rich Guy called again."

"Oy vey," Caroline groans. "Please tell me he didn't-"

"He placed a big order. It's for a party apparently." Elena tells her. "And he sees he won't accept it unless it's you who delivers."

"That is really creepy." Bonnie comments.

Caroline pretends to shoot herself with an imaginary shotgun but she still goes.

Caroline strolls up to the front door of the Mikaelson mansion again, except this time there is loud music blasting from inside. She rings the doorbell again, not really able to see past the tower of pizza boxes she's holding and waits. The door opens and someone shouts, "Pizza's here!" and she finds her hands suddenly empty.

She blinks and waits for 'Rich Guy' to appear and pay for the order but he's not in the doorway and she will be in big trouble if she leaves without payment. She sighs inwardly as she realizes she has to go inside the house and look for Rich Guy. Darn it all.

She's no stranger to parties but she's never been to a Mikaelson party. Again not friends with any of the family and she's always either working or studying these days to be much fun. She wanders around the large house, dressed in that unattractive uniform, and trying not to run away when she finally sees Rich Guy coming down the stairs, plastic cup in hand.

He grins widely when he sees her. "There you are, sweetheart. I called last night and you didn't come."

"It was my day-off." She explains and then regrets it. Why is she offering information to a possible serial killer?

"Oh," His grin is so bright, it nearly blinds her. Serial killer aside, he really is quite hot. "Well, you're here now, love. Come on, let's get you a drink."

He grabs her hand and drags her away before she can protest. He takes her to the kitchen and starts mixing a drink.

"Um, I can't stay here," She tries to tell him. "I still have work-"

He hands her a glass of…something and eyes it warily. She doesn't think he put roofie in it but she still doesn't trust it so she puts down the glass on the countertop.

"I really have to go." She insists. "Please just give me the money for the pizza."

He pouts at her like a five-year-old. "But you just got here."

"Yeah, to do my job," She nearly snaps. "Not to go to a party."

He must sense she's getting annoyed because he takes out a few bills from the back pocket of his jeans and hands it to her. "Keep the change. It's your tip."

She stares at him in disbelief. "That's way too much for a tip and company policy-"

He waves off her protest. "It's the least I can do for bothering you, sweetheart."

She blinks and tries to figure out what to say but he's already walking away.

Rich Guy calls the next night again and yep, you guessed it, he asked for Caroline specifically. Again.

"Does he have some kind of fetish for blondes in awful uniforms?" Bonnie wonders.

Caroline shrugs. "I have no idea."

She's told Bonnie of what happened the previous night and as a result, Bonnie develops a theory that Rich Guy might really like her and wasn't planning to cut off her face and wear it.

"Maybe when you guys are dating he'll make you wear like hideous uniforms as a form of role play,"

Bonnie's thoughts made her grimace. "Bon, that's weird,"

The other girl shrugs as she hands Caroline the proverbial pizza box. "Go on. Your Rich Guy awaits."

"He's not my-"

She tries to deny Bonnie's claims but the other girl practically pushes her out the door.

Caroline sighs to herself, having visited this mansion for the third time this week. She rings the doorbell and waits impatiently for Rich Guy to come out and get this over with.

He opens the door looking sheepish. And she tries to bite down a smile. He really is too good-looking it's unfair.

"Hey," He greets her and she returns it.

"Here's your order," She tries to smile but she knows it looks forced.

"Yeah, I ordered it."

And God, this is awkward.

She nearly fumbles when she hands him the pizza box but his quick reflexes save the day. She apologizes profusely and he tells her it's okay, laughing it off like a joke. He's got a nice laugh. Warm and deep.

When he hands her the payment she's about ready to sprint.

"Wait!"

She freezes half-way to the car and turns around slowly. He's standing outside the front door now, stupid pizza box still in hand and it feels something out of a John Hughes film, she could've bawled. "Yes?"

He lets out a nervous smile. "Do you feel like…I mean, you want to have dinner with me sometime?"

Caterpillars seemed to turn into angry butterflies in her stomach and she nods, smiling brightly. "Yeah, sure."

He returns her smile. "How's tomorrow night?"

"As long as it's not pizza," She shakes her head guiltily. "I really actually hate the stuff."

He laughs and it makes her feel like she's being bloody electrocuted by the air. But in a good way. "Fair enough – um, what's your name? I never quite learned it."

"Caroline," She supplies. "And you?"

"Kol," His smile is like the sun, damn it. "With a K."