Blue Flower (VegasPete)

Chapter 3

Daisy seemed at a loss by the time Pete arrived at Pol's place to deliver the bread. He quickly approached her, worried.

"Something's wrong, Daisy?"

"Oh, Pete, you're here." Her confused face suddenly disappeared as she smiled at Pete, "There's nothing for you to worry about. Give me your bread."

Pete handed the basket of bread to Daisy who quickly handed it to her employee to display near the cashier.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong? Where's Pol?" Pete asked again.

"He's in the kitchen." Daisy answered simply.

Pete raised an eyebrow. That was weird. It was pre-lunch time and the bar was still not busy. Pol usually hung around outside because his staff could still handle the small number of orders.

"Alright, you got me." Daisy sighed, realizing she couldn't hide it from Pete, "Four people are out with the flu today, including two cooks and one delivery person. Pol can handle the kitchen, but I'm still not sure about the delivery." She explained, showing him the list of order.

Her lunch delivery order list was quite long and Pete understood Daisy's confusion. She could use a delivery app for delivery but the cost would be too high since she couldn't charge her regular customers for delivery fees.

"I can help you." Pete offered.

"Really?"

Pete smiled, "You guys have helped me a lot, this is the least I can do."

Daisy's face lit up, "Thanks, Pete, you can use our motorbike."

It had been a long time since Pete had ridden a motorbike. After working as a PA, he used public transportation to get to the office. Being a PA meant that the clothes had to be neat and perfect and riding a motorbike was not the solution.

The delivery orders that day were overwhelming-even Daisy was surprised by the number. Pete had to go back and forth several times to get them all delivered on time. After several hours of deliveries, Daisy finally gave him the last order of the day. Two portions of ramen to a nursery school and a gym for children a few blocks away.

Once he got into the building, he immediately realized that was pre-school for rich children.

"I don't even go to the gym." Pete commented with a soft chuckle as he turned off his motorcycle. He grabbed a plastic bag and walked towards the lobby, intending to find the teacher's lounge as Daisy had told him. But before he could enter the building, a security guard stopped him.

"Excuse me, do you need something?" the security guard asked, his eyes looked at the plastic bag in his hand.

"I'm delivering food." Pete tried not to be offended.

"Deliveries must be made from the back door. The lobby is for children and their parents only."

"I'm sorry, I don't know. I'm just a replacement." Pete replied, "Just for today, can I come in through the lobby?" He didn't want to think about having to walk around this big building to the back. He was already very tired after making so many deliveries.

"No, can't do." The security guard stood in front of him, as if blocking him from the lobby. "Please go to the back."

If he hadn't thought about the possibility of Pol losing a customer, Pete would have enjoyed a fight with this rude security guard. But he decided not to press the issue further and reluctantly turned away from the lobby.

"Daddy!! Hurry, hurry!!"

"I'm first!!"

Two children suddenly ran past Pete very fast. A boy ran in front. His hair was messy and the small backpack on his back was swinging violently. Behind him ran a girl with her hair tied in two buns. This girl did not have a backpack but the ribbon she wore in her hair came loose and fell right in front of Pete. Pete bent down to pick it up.