Spider Man Delivering Pizza Novels & Stories

The shirt top he had on was the same type of uniform worn by the employees of the pizza company she often ordered from. She relaxed a bit and opened the door, still holding the bat behind her back. "Good day, ma'am," the man greeted, lifting the box of pizza. "Here's for you." He spoke flashing a small smile "Me?" Mel wondered if she heard right. She couldn't remember placing an order. "I didn't order this," she answered, eyeing the man suspiciously.

"Ma'am, we're not supposed to do it, but if you ask the girl taking the order if Dan is driving, and tell them it's a personal delivery, I'm allowed to deliver it on my own. It's usually for friends and family, off the clock. Just give them the 1042 address, and I'll deliver it when I can. I can't guarantee it'll be in 30 minutes or less, but if it's as late as tonight, I can probably get it here pretty quick." "Why Daniel! That's very kind of you, but I wouldn't want you to get in trouble." "I think I'll get by ma'am. I've been there a while, and do a good enough job to get to bend a few rules now and then." Harold seemed anxious to eat his dinner, and he carried the pizza off to the back o

she asked. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just very happy you’re back. Thank you.” She said to the delivery man as she stretched forth her hand and took the pizza pack. “Please sign here,” he said as he pointed to a blank space in his book. “Thank you, ma’am.” He then turned and took his leave. “Pizza ritual? What’s the catch?” Lisa asked. “What do you mean what’s the catch?” “Spare me the pretense Nat and spill, what are we celebrating? We both know you only order a Pizza

I hurried down the stairs to get the main door to collect our order. "You are right on time..thank you…You!" I cried out as I looked up to see the person delivering my Pizza. "Sorry Miss, do you know me?" The pizza guy asked. "Of course, I do, why would I forget such a disrespectful guy like you." "Excuse me, I think you got the wrong guy. With all due respect Miss, I am just here to deliver this." He said looking surprised. "Give me my pizza then, why are you holding it back? Do you want me to take it forcefully from your hands?" I stretched my hands out to collect it.

I announced to my companions. “Mr. Samael Salcedo?” the delivery guy asked one CSD student with a golden brooch sitting a few tables away from us. “Ah, my cousin is an AMU student. He’s sitting over there.” He jerked his thumb in our direction and I gestured my hand towards the Major. “What’s going on, Detective? Why is the pizza guy looking for me?” he asked. “Just go with the flow,” I answered and received the seven boxes of pizza.

“Adam Garcia?” “That's me.” “This is yours, Adam.” Adam quirked a brow at the young man in front of him holding a box of what looked to be pizza. “I didn't order pizza.” “I know. The person who asked me to deliver this is a friend.” “Okay, so who's this friend who sent this?” Adam asked with a grimace. The young man rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Can't tell. Says you'll know who it is once you open it.” There was something abashed about his smile.