The Midnight Pizza Mind Game
It was then, in the depths of night, when the buzzer flared to life at 2:17 AM. Marco remained still on the couch.
“Pizza’s here,” Sarah said while still glued to her cellphone.
“I know.”
“You ordered it.”
“I know.”
The buzzer rang again, this one significantly longer.
Sighing, Sarah reached for her wallet. “I’ll get it.”
Marco has a view of Sarah walking down the corridor. The voice of the delivery guy handing over the box could be heard. Sarah paid, closed the door, and put the pizza on the coffee table placed between them.
An unopened box remained.
Marco quickly counted to thirty in his head before cracking. “Aren’t you going to open it?”
She shrugged. “You’re the one who wanted pizza.”
“I thought you were hungry.”
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“You thought wrong.”
Marco reached for the box. Sarah’s hand shot out and stopped him.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“Guess what kind it is first.”
Marco frowned. “Why?”
“Just guess.”
He stared at the box. No grease stains. No smell leaking out. “Pepperoni.”
Sarah smiled. “Wrong.”
She opened the lid. Pineapple. His least favorite.
Marco groaned. “You did this on purpose.”
Taking the first slice, Sarah stated, “Maybe I just know you better than you think.”
And then the buzzer rang once again.
Marco froze. “Did you order another pizza?”
Sarah bit of her slice and slowly chewed. “Guess you’ll have to answer the door to find out.”
