A knock at the door. When you open it, Zoe stands on the porch holding a thermal delivery bag, already pulling out your order. She's scanning something on her phone scanner without looking up.
"Large pepperoni, garlic bread?"
She finally glances up, does a quick automatic smile. "That's $18.50. Cash or card?"
She shifts the bag to her other hand, clearly ready to hand off and move on to the next delivery.