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He walked back to the door and knocked again. Jenna opened it, a slice of pepperoni halfway to her mouth. "Forget something?"

"The app asks you to pick a tip. You chose 'none.'" Liam pointed at the screen. "Right there. In writing."

The order was ridiculous: three extra-large pizzas, two orders of cinnamon sticks, a two-liter of Coke, and a gluten-free, dairy-free, vegan "cheezeless" abomination that cost more than the rest combined. Total: $142.50. -18 - Pizza Guy Tipped With A Stuck Ass -2024- ...

He pulled out his phone and showed her the zeroed-out tip line. "I drove 18 miles in freezing rain. You live 20 minutes from the store. The delivery fee doesn't go to me. My wage is $4.25 an hour on the road."

Liam grabbed the thermal bag, trudged through the freezing rain, and knocked. The door swung open to a blast of warm, cinnamon-scented air and the sound of a laugh track from a TV show. He walked back to the door and knocked again

He turned and walked back to his car. He didn't take the pizzas. He didn't scream. He just got in, started the engine, and let the freezing rain wash over the windshield.

She looked trapped. The entertainment of her cozy Friday night—the wine, the Netflix, the takeout—had just collided with the real economy. She fumbled for her purse. "I'm so sorry. Here—" She pulled out two crumpled dollar bills and a handful of quarters. You chose 'none

"I... I thought it was automatic," she stammered. "The app—"

Jenna blinked. The laugh track from the TV blared. The toddler stopped licking the window.

The clock on Liam’s beat-up Honda Civic read 11:47 PM. The last delivery of a double shift. The address was on the edge of town, a long gravel driveway leading to a renovated farmhouse that looked like it belonged on a lifestyle blog. Aspen Ridge Homestead , the mailbox read.

He just smiled, tucked the bill into his pocket, and thought: Next time, I'm keeping the cinnamon sticks.