After speaking, the delivery guy lowered the brim of his cap and turned to leave.

“Wow, the pizza’s finally here!” Mr. Jones exclaimed as he reached out to help.

Serena, holding the pizza, suspiciously sat down and opened the box. Just as Mr. Jones was about to touch the box, she quickly shut it again.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Could you get me a drink?”

Serena casually redirected him, then reopened the pizza box. The pizza was just as expected, but ...