Prologue
It started out with a cheesy, crusty, delicious, sausy, amazing, pizza. No I'm not exaggerating, the pizza from that night was literally the best pizza I had ever had. Pizza is great we all know that, but what’s even greater is getting it delivered by a hot guy.
When I first greeted him at the door I noticed that he looked happy, and I mean really happy. What could’ve made him so happy? He was just delivering a pizza not walking down the red carpet. That’s when I noticed that he wasn’t looking directly at me he was looking down at my feet. I followed his gaze and saw that he was staring at my cat, Figaro.
“You like cats?” I asked him. He nooded and took his gaze off of Figaro to hand me my pizza.
“I love cats sadly I can’t have one,” he said with a sad smile.
I gave him a twently dollar bill. “Are you allergic or?”
He shook his head and handed me my change. “No but my roomate is,”
“Oh, that sucks,” I responded, he shrugged his broad shoulders making my obsession with shoulders kick in, I always loved the way they looked and felt. And at that moment I wanted nothing more but to feel his shoulders.
“Can I pet him?” He asked me, I nodded.
“How did you know it was a him?” I asked. He laughed and continued petting Figaro like his life depended on it, I have never wanted more than to be a cat at that exact moment.
“Lucky guess,” He answered with Figaro in his arms. I noticed his green eyes sparkle as he held figaro. He didn't lie when he said he loved cats.
“Well then I have to go,” he said setting Figaro down and standing up, dusting the dirt off of him. “Enjoy your pizza,” he said flashing me a perfect white smile as he then turned around and got into his black Honda Car.
I stood outside the door and watched him drive off using Figaro as an excuse for staying out longer. When he drove off I called Figaro inside and shut the door behind me with the pizza still in my hands. At that moment I didn't want the pizza, what I wanted was the delivery guy to come back.
Because even if I had just met him 5 minutes ago, I already missed his dirty blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. It's amazing what the heart can do, you see someone for the first time and you already start feeling those butterflies in your stomach.
I looked down at my pizza which was getting cold and set it down on the couch not caring if Figaro took a slice. I was determined to see him again, I had to see him. I wanted to know his name, no I needed to know his name. And the only way to know his name was by dialing Domino's pizza and order another pizza, which was exactly what I did. Except I asked for a specific dirty blonde guy to deliver it.
It was cheesy love.
