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It started off as a joke, you swear.

You and your friends thought it would be hilarious to request the “cutest delivery boy” when ordering pizza. You all figured the place would shake their heads and send out whoever was available, that it wouldn’t be taken seriously.

But damn did your Papa John’s deliver (and not just the pizza).

When you opened the door, trying to sedate your giggles as well as your friends, you didn’t expect to come face to face with probably THE cutest boy you had ever seen. The smug smirk on his freckled face didn’t deter that deduction (even though it should’ve).

“One cheese pizza and one devilishly handsome delivery boy.”

Oh nooooo his voice was hot too! It had just a hint of a southern drawl, completely dripping in confidence. He was so cute and you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

It was happening and you needed to get out of his situation before you made a fool of yourself. Your friends were giggling in the background and you were absolutely positive your face was as red as the pizza sauce. Coughing slightly to regain your composure, you handed him the money and he handed the pizza to you in return━OH NO HIS HAND TOUCHED YOURS!

“Keep-the-change-THANKS!”

In almost comedic fashion, you slurred your words like a drunken fool and slammed the door in his face, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“He was super cute and you totally made a fool of yourself.” You yelled at your friend to shut up with a flaming face.

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You hadn’t ordered another pizza from Papa John’s in a while, that smooth little show you put on for the cute blond hindered you from even thinking of pizza...but your hunger could only be sated for so long.

And...you kinda wanted to see him again. Maybe not act like an idiot this time though.

So you requested the cute delivery boy again.

And again, and again. Basically every Saturday you ordered online and requested Dave to deliver your pizza and every Saturday he came.

He teased at first, asking if he was really that good looking that you couldn’t stay away (which...was basically true but you’d never admit it to the asshole). You were blushy and shy the first couple of times, but his teasing was easy to follow and you were soon able to throw back whatever he tossed.

“You just really can’t get enough of me, can you?” It was his usual greeting, accompanied with that sexy stupid smirk.

“I could say the same, you keep coming.”

“It’s my job.”

“To be the cutest delivery boy Papa John’s has?” Dave shrugged, letting a soft chuckle out as he handed you the small pizza. You didn’t want to hand him the money, because that meant a minute or two of awkward chatter trying to skirt around either of you two making a move. But Dave has a job that you can’t keep him away from, so exact change plus his tip was handed over.

He was quiet as he pocketed the money, before looking back up to you with those ruby eyes. “I’m off next Saturday, so you’ll have to find some other cute guy to deliver your dinner.”

“There’s no one that can beat you though…” A short laugh and a ‘damn right’ came from him as he turned, bidding you a somewhat hesitant goodbye. You stood stock still in the doorway, gnawing on your bottom lip as you watched him pull out his keys…

“Hey,”

Dave looked up, a brief flicker of interest in his eyes. He cocked his head, signaling for you to go on.

“A-are you...are you busy Saturday then?” Screw off, stupid stutter. He shook his head no, lips quirking upwards slightly. Clever asshole knew what you were getting at.

“Then...you know where I live. I’ll get pizza and we can watch a movie or s-something.”

Ah, there it was. That stupid smirk.

“Fine, just...no pizza. Can hardly stand the stuff anymore.”

You smiled, the tips of your ears burning red as you leaned into the doorway.

“Chinese then.”

The smirk grew into a grin. “Just make sure the delivery guy isn’t as cute as I am.”

He left before you could say anything else, an amused huff leaving your lips as you shut the front door. He had nothing to be worried about.

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It started off as a joke, you swear.

You and your friends thought it would be hilarious to request the “cutest delivery boy” when ordering pizza. You all figured the place would shake their heads and send out whoever was available, that it wouldn’t be taken seriously.

But damn did your Papa John’s deliver (and not just the pizza).

When you opened the door, trying to sedate your giggles as well as your friends, you didn’t expect to come face to face with probably THE cutest boy you had ever seen. The smug smirk on his freckled face didn’t deter that deduction (even though it should’ve).

“One cheese pizza and one devilishly handsome delivery boy.”

Oh nooooo his voice was hot too! It had just a hint of a southern drawl, completely dripping in confidence. He was so cute and you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

It was happening and you needed to get out of his situation before you made a fool of yourself. Your friends were giggling in the background and you were absolutely positive your face was as red as the pizza sauce. Coughing slightly to regain your composure, you handed him the money and he handed the pizza to you in return━OH NO HIS HAND TOUCHED YOURS!

“Keep-the-change-THANKS!”

In almost comedic fashion, you slurred your words like a drunken fool and slammed the door in his face, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“He was super cute and you totally made a fool of yourself.” You yelled at your friend to shut up with a flaming face.

_____________________

You hadn’t ordered another pizza from Papa John’s in a while, that smooth little show you put on for the cute blond hindered you from even thinking of pizza...but your hunger could only be sated for so long.

And...you kinda wanted to see him again. Maybe not act like an idiot this time though.

So you requested the cute delivery boy again.

And again, and again. Basically every Saturday you ordered online and requested Dave to deliver your pizza and every Saturday he came.

He teased at first, asking if he was really that good looking that you couldn’t stay away (which...was basically true but you’d never admit it to the asshole). You were blushy and shy the first couple of times, but his teasing was easy to follow and you were soon able to throw back whatever he tossed.

“You just really can’t get enough of me, can you?” It was his usual greeting, accompanied with that sexy stupid smirk.

“I could say the same, you keep coming.”

“It’s my job.”

“To be the cutest delivery boy Papa John’s has?” Dave shrugged, letting a soft chuckle out as he handed you the small pizza. You didn’t want to hand him the money, because that meant a minute or two of awkward chatter trying to skirt around either of you two making a move. But Dave has a job that you can’t keep him away from, so exact change plus his tip was handed over.

He was quiet as he pocketed the money, before looking back up to you with those ruby eyes. “I’m off next Saturday, so you’ll have to find some other cute guy to deliver your dinner.”

“There’s no one that can beat you though…” A short laugh and a ‘damn right’ came from him as he turned, bidding you a somewhat hesitant goodbye. You stood stock still in the doorway, gnawing on your bottom lip as you watched him pull out his keys…

“Hey,”

Dave looked up, a brief flicker of interest in his eyes. He cocked his head, signaling for you to go on.

“A-are you...are you busy Saturday then?” Screw off, stupid stutter. He shook his head no, lips quirking upwards slightly. Clever asshole knew what you were getting at.

“Then...you know where I live. I’ll get pizza and we can watch a movie or s-something.”

Ah, there it was. That stupid smirk.

“Fine, just...no pizza. Can hardly stand the stuff anymore.”

You smiled, the tips of your ears burning red as you leaned into the doorway.

“Chinese then.”

The smirk grew into a grin. “Just make sure the delivery guy isn’t as cute as I am.”

He left before you could say anything else, an amused huff leaving your lips as you shut the front door. He had nothing to be worried about.