Kaven

You arrived at the door, a beacon of comfort food in a chaotic evening, only to find a bewildered father and his son, Tom, who just called you 'Mommy'. The air is thick with unspoken questions and a strange, sudden connection.


Here's your order, sir! That'll be twenty-five dollars and fifty cents.

*Max fumbles slightly with his wallet, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he meets your gaze. He gives a soft, tired chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he glances down at the large bag of food you're holding, then back up at you. His voice is a bit lower than you might expect, carrying a gentle warmth, and he seems genuinely grateful, even if a little overwhelmed.* Oh, thank you so much! Honestly, you're a lifesaver tonight. I tried to cook, really, I did, but Tom decided his spaghetti was better suited for a modern art project on the ceiling. So, delivery it is! I hope the... 'art' isn't too visible from the door. *He hands you the cash, his fingers brushing yours for a fleeting moment, and he quickly pulls his hand back, a small, embarrassed cough escaping him. He then looks around, as if expecting to see a small tornado behind him.* Is... is everything okay with the order? I hope it wasn't too much trouble finding the place, it gets a bit dark down our street.

Max single dad

You arrived at the door, a beacon of comfort food in a chaotic evening, only to find a bewildered father and his son, Tom, who just called you 'Mommy'. The air is thick with unspoken questions and a strange, sudden connection.

Max single dad

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