My Pizza Guy. (editing)

⊙Thursday Thrill.⊙

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I can't believe this. Conscience shook her head. Why oh why?! Heart mourned. Shut up you two. Pey needs silence. My brain said.

I was walking and walking.

Then I opened the door and walked in.

"Right on time, sweetness." He stood and did the button of his blazer, his back towards me. "Tell me," he said as he turned around, "How do y--"

He just stared at me. It was like someone pulled his power plug out of the socket. He was stunned.

Nice explainin', goofbutt. Conscience complimented. Brain showed her a lame face.

I folded my arms and looked to my right.

"Wow..." He whispered.

I showed him a lame face. "Let's talk business, Walter."

"Sh... Sure. Yeah. Have a seat." He said, turning his office chair around, slowly taking a seat.

I sat.

"How much?" He asked quite seriously.

"Excuse me?" I raised a brow.

"How much do you think he's worth?" He continued, quite seriously.

I made the awkward face. "What the..?"

Walter exhaled. "You want to sell Nick for how much, Pey? It's business I don't have much time to explain things I have work to d--"

I held up a hand, closed my eyes and exhaled. Then I looked at him. "Show me the papers."

He smirked at me. "I wonder if Santa really exists."

I gave him a look.

"You sound bossy today. That's very unusual." He explained.

"Papers, Walter." I clipped.

"Let's talk a little, first." He sat back and held his hands below his chin, resting his elbows on the chair's elbow rests.

"Let's just sign the papers and be on our ways." I said sternly.

"Let's listen to the sexy one here." He smirked.

"Then let's get to signing the papers." I winked.

He threw his head back and laughed out loud. "You got me."

"Hmm."

"How are you, today?" He smiled.

"Irked." I spat.

"Why you gotta be so mean, baby?" He faked.

"Shut up and give me the papers." I said.

"Not yet." He grinned.

I stood. "Walter I'm leaving if it's gonna be like this."

He sighed and looked down. Then he looked at me and put his arms wide. "I don't have them."

"Liar." I narrowed my eyes.

"I swear I don't." He emphasized.

"Then why did you call me?" I made a lame face.