"Hello! That was fast..." My words dried in my throat as I comprehended who was at my front door.
"Jamie."
"Hello, Amy."
Jamie was at my door. Holding a pizza?
"What...?"
"Sorry to startle you. This is yours" he said trying to hand me the box, "the end of your driveway was too much for the pizza delivery car. He started to get stuck, I was driving by and offered to deliver it since my truck does pretty well in the snow," he gestured behind him at a black truck with giant tires.
I was still gaping at him, all the while in the back of my mind berating myself for reacting this way and embarassed I had spent mych of the day thinking about him.
"You did order a pizza, right?" he looked worried again, apparently I needed to stop spacing out before he decided I really was insane.
"Yes, yep, pizza," shaking my head to get a grip on myself, "Yes, I ordered a pizza. I didn't realize about my driveway, thanks for telling me. I would have hated not realizing that until I tried to drive out. Thanks for bringing in the pizza, pizza night would have been very sad without the pizza part," i said, finally reaching for the pizza. He handed it over with a smile and I placed it on the table by the door.
"Anytime" he said, while I tried to decide if I should invite him in or if I was bonkers to even consider it.
"Oh! You must have paid the pizza guy, I have money for it here, how much did you give him?" I leaned forward with the money in my hand stretched out.
"Nothing, no worries. It's f-"
I interrupted, "It's not fine, if you paid the pizza guy for my pizza then I owe you!"
"Really I don't mind, it's one pizza" he was shaking his head, emphasizing he didn't want my money.
"I can't let you pay for my pizza, I have to pay you back!"
"Why?" Said simply and quietly, it made me look up from his shoulder where I had been staring in order to not get lost in his green eyes.
"Why? Well, I have to, that is what you do. We don't even-" I caught myself, realizing I would sound rude. I didn't want to be rude especially after he'd stopped to deliver my pizza and put up with me while standing in the cold.
"Ah! Come in! I can't believe I let you stand in the cold," I pressed a hand to my shaking head as I stepped back so he could enter.
He hesistant a few seconds and then stepped in. I shut the door behind him.
"Okay, I am so sorry, I don't know what has gotten into me, I should never Have let you stand in the cold like that while arguing about money," I said with a chagrinned smile.
"Really, no worries. Cold doesn't bother me very much. But honestly I am happy to treat you to pizza. Really, I would feel weird taking your money," he said this with an earnest expression and I couldn't help but smile.
"This still feels weird but I don't think I can discuss it any longer with that pizza calling to me," I said laughing,"...would you like to stay for dinner?"I asked it seriously, because it was a big deal asking a man to have dinner with me. It didn't matter that I didn't have romance in mind, I had asked thinking it would make up for him paying for the pizza and maybe get to know him. But it felt like more.
When I finally looked up he was smiling. The smile stole my breath, it was his smile. Charlie's smile. No. This man was not Charlie. Charlie was gone, lots of men could have similiar smiles. Maybe that is why he feels so familiar.
"I would love to!" Still smiling.
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