The Delivery Girl |18+

Part 2 ☆

Unedited.
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Romona stirred awake in her creaky twin bed, letting out a hearty yawn that echoed through the empty house—her parents were out, so there was no one to shush her. She made her way to the bathroom, bubbling with anticipation for the exciting day ahead. Her good friend Dominic had invited her and Naomi, her childhood companion, to a motorcycle show, and she was eager for the adventure. Plus, she had been earning some extra cash from various side gigs, which meant she could finally treat herself to a souvenir. While she might not have much in the way of finances and was still living with her parents at twenty, she was determined to make the most of her circumstances.
She never held her parents accountable for the struggles she encountered, recognizing that everyone is prone to errors. Romona preferred not to linger on such matters, especially since they were beyond her control. Dressed entirely in black, she made her way to the kitchen in search of breakfast. Although she had the ability to cook, it wasn't something she enjoyed, particularly when it was just for her own benefit. Feeling the need for something substantial, she considered an old pizza box, weighing her options between ordering breakfast with her earnings from the previous night or savoring a couple of cold slices. Just as she was about to decide, a gentle knock at the front door interrupted her thoughts. That tender, melodic knock could only belong to the angelic Naomi. Upon opening the door, Romona was greeted by Naomi's radiant smile and her charming brown face. "Hi, Mona!" she exclaimed.
Naomi walked in without asking like always. "Hey, Naomi! Are you ready for the show today? Dom said he'd be here in a little while," Romona said while Naomi looked through the purse on Romona's arm, clearly searching for something. "Naomi? What are you digging in my bag for?" she said with a giggle; Naomi was definitely her safe person. "Ugh! I forgot my perfume, and even though you *refuse* to wear any other color of clothes but black, you always smell like bright, colorful flowers. Give me what you've got," she said, pulling out Romona's signature lavender and vanilla perfume.
Naomi was right; she *did* refuse to wear anything other than black. She just felt more like herself in it, but she always smelled like a huge lavender filled with little vanilla raindrops. "Hey! I don't 'refuse' to wear anything other than black; black clothes are just cheaper," she said in defense. She knew it didn't make sense, but she couldn't help but say it. Naomi giggled at her silly friend. "Sure, Mona. Oh, I also need to know why you didn't answer my phone call last night. It was around 11. What were you busy doing?" she said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.
"You want me to get laid so bad, Naomi."
"I do! What were you doing last night, Mona?" she asked again.
"Calm down, silly. Even if I wanted to, I literally have no one to do *it* wit—"
"Dominic!" Naomi interrupted with a giggle.
"What!?" Romona began blushing.
"I do NOT see Dom like that.
He's a great guy, really, but he's just too..." She thought about her friend Dominic. The big, blonde daredevil was always looking for something crazy to do, and though it was fun at times, she felt her wild and crazy was enough, and them being in a relationship would lead to them eventually clashing. Their personalities were too similar, in Romona's opinion, and she hoped he thought the same. "Stop worrying about my love life," she said, flustered, with a nervous laugh. Though she seemed tough, she did crave love; she just wanted it with the right one and that wasn't Dominic.
"And to answer your question, I was actually working delivering food. I went into this super rich and slightly intimidating neighborhood; the guy I brought the food to was staring at me so weirdly." She recalled the man looking at her as if he knew her; she was a little too intimidated by the huge house he was standing in to really pay attention to him and whether she knew him or not. "Maybe he was just staring at that pretty face and nice set of tits you have; I know I do," Naomi said nonchalantly as if that was the most normal thing to say. How could someone so adorable always be so crude, Romona secretly loved it. "Get out, Naomi," Romona said, covering her face while Naomi just giggled her butt off. "Alright, you little prude, I think Dom just pulled up. Let's go," Naomi said, pulling Romona out of the house.