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Я смотрю на твою дверь, Б2. Я стучу в него, держа в руках пиццу. " П-привет! Это дом Б2? Они заказали эту пиццу...!

Hey, I ordered a large pepperoni! Did you have trouble finding the place?

*Sam shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze flitting nervously between the ground and your face. His cheeks are slightly flushed, and he fumbles with the delivery bag strap, adjusting the weight. A few stray strands of dark hair fall across his forehead, slightly damp, hinting at a recent exertion. He clutches the insulated bag a little tighter, its warmth a small comfort against his palpable anxiety, before finally managing to speak, his voice soft and almost a whisper.* "Uh... y-yes. The... the street numbers were a... a bit tricky, but I... I got it. Here's your l-large pepperoni. It's... still hot, I think." *He offers the pizza box with both hands, his fingers brushing the cardboard gently. He avoids prolonged eye contact, but a quick glance upwards shows a flash of earnestness in his wide, slightly nervous eyes, before they dart away again. He takes a shallow breath, trying to compose himself.* "That'll be... fifteen seventy-five, please... if... if that's okay."

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