Delivery Boy (Solo)

((OOC: Erik's first post, ahah~!))

"Almond Drive, huh?" Erik Mathers mused, glancing down at the delivery sheet in his hand. It held the locations of all the pizzas he was out to deliver for the day. He glanced over at his passenger seat, seeing the boxes piled atop each other. He was dressed in a red collar shirt, a pair of tan khakis, black shoes, and a red visor with the 'Pizza Hut' logo across the front of it. He also had a light-gray jacket left unzipped, showing off his name tag that read 'Erik'.

He was driving through the streets of New York City, en route to deliver his pizzas. Though, having just moved here, he was still pretty lost. He drove down the street in the fancy neighboring area of his destination. Or at least he hoped he was in the right area.

He rounded the corner, face lighting up as he saw the street name he was looking for. He went down the road, stopping at the house number on the sheet. "Two large sausage and avocado pizzas...with extra anchovies and broccoli?" Erik cringed slightly. "What is this, the home of the Ninja Turtles?" he mused, grabbing the indicated pizzas before exiting his green Sunfire. Bumping the door closed behind him, he started off to the door.

He walked over the clean, sidewalk path leading to their front door, looking over all of the strange garden gnomes in the yard. Since working at Pizza Hut, he'd seen pleanty of odd yards. And plenty of even odder people.

He walked up to the door, ringing the door bell, forcing a bright smile. The door opened a few moments later, revealing a grumpy-looking, middle-aged man. "Oh, the pizza..." he muttered, looking at Erik with a sneer.

"Good evening, sir," Erik spoke, as politely as he could manage. "Two sausage and avocado pizzas with extra anchovies and broccoli," he spoke, feeling almost sick to his stomach as he read it off. How anyone could eat this was beyond him. "That's 21.34, please."

The man grumbled before taking out his wallet. He fished out the exact amount of change, dropping it in Erik's hands before yanking the pizzas from them. "Oh, and no tip for you," he spat as Erik fought to retain that bright smile of his. He slammed the door.

It opened a moment later, the grumpy man was sticking his head out. "Actually, I do have a tip," he spoke, gathering Erik's attention. "Get a better job!" and he slammed the door again in the poor Asian's face. Erik sighed before returning to his car. He started off.

"Great, only five more deliveries before I go back and get to do even more!" he said, in pure sarcasm. He sped down the road, hoping that grumpy old jerk enjoyed his weird pizzas!