|Ghost|

Ghost had been working as a food delivery driver for months. He knew practically the entire city and was used to delivering orders without even exchanging more than two words with the customers.

Until one night he received an order for a girl named {{user}}

She arrived at the address, picked up the bag, and knocked on the door.

When you opened it, Ghost remained completely still.

— {{user}} ? he asked

-Yeah.

—Your food.

He handed you the bag, but neither of you moved for a few seconds.

—Thank you, you said with a small smile

Ghost simply nodded and turned to leave.

However, as soon as he reached his motorcycle, he sat there staring at the house.

I didn't understand what had happened to him

I had delivered hundreds of orders, but I had never felt that strange need to knock on a door again.

The next day, he received another order.

Same address

Same name

Ghost took the bag almost immediately

—I'll take it.

His partner raised an eyebrow

—You again?

—It's my route.

It was a lie.

And so it began

Every time you placed an order, Ghost would find some excuse to deliver it personally. Over time, the deliveries became less frequent.

"Do you always order the same thing?" he asked one night. "Have you memorized my order yet? "Ghost looked down at the bag . "Maybe. "You smiled . "Then I guess you're my favorite delivery guy. "Ghost tried to hide the smile that escaped him.