Late Night Takeaway: Hidden Crisis and Mysterious PeopleChapter 1
Through the peephole, I, Lillian Edwards, peeked at the masked delivery man outside the door, my saliva dripping down my chin.
Then, he rang my doorbell.
He said, "Hello, here's your takeout order."
A huge eye suddenly approached the peephole.
"Hello..."
The time at this moment was exactly 1:15 in the morning.
From July 3rd, I would receive takeout delivery around 1 a.m. every day.
But I didn't order any takeouts.
On the first day, I received my favorite hot dog from the Tasty Link in this town.
Just before this takeout was delivered to my home, I joked with one of my male colleagues, Aaron Thompson, on the phone that I wanted to eat the hot dog from that particular shop.
Less than ten minutes after I sent the message, I heard the delivery man ring my doorbell.
Looking through the peephole, I saw a tall, robust male delivery man.
Rather than directly opening the door, I said to him, "Just put it in front of my door. Thank you."
He then put the food down and left. I opened the plastic bag, and the aroma hit me. I took a deep breath and took a mouthful bite of the hot dog.
The mixed taste of ketchup and yellow mustard sauce was amazing.
I couldn't help but gobbled the hot dog.
Halfway through my eating, I managed to suppress my craving and took out my phone to take a photo.
I took a photo of my smiling face and half of the hot dog and sent it to the colleague I just chatted with.
Lillian: [Thanks for your snack in the middle of the night!]
I continued to stuff the hot dog into my mouth while staring at my phone.
He was typing...
It took a while for him to decide what he would send to me.
Aaron: [But I didn't order takeout for you.]
At the same time, I engulfed the rest of the hot dog.
Smiling in disdain, I laughed at his shyness.
Maybe he was afraid to let his wife find out that he ordered a takeout for a pretty girl like me at midnight.
Snorting in my heart, I threw away my phone and closed the takeout box. Suddenly, I found there was a receipt on it.
There was no information about who ordered this takeout but only a short message.
It said, "Lillian, do you like this hot dog?"
My hair stood on end, and I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms, becoming even more certain that the takeaway was delivered by Aaron.
Otherwise, how would the hot dog shop know my name and call me in such an intimate way?
He was really a pervert.