Late Night Takeaway: Hidden Crisis and Mysterious PeopleChapter 1
Through the peephole, I, Lillian Edwards, peeked at the masked delivery man outside the door, my saliva dripping down my chin.
Then, he rang my doorbell.
He said, "Hello, here's your takeout order."
A huge eye suddenly approached the peephole.
"Hello..."
The time at this moment was exactly 1:15 in the morning.
From July 3rd, I would receive takeout delivery around 1 a.m. every day.
But I didn't order any takeouts.
On the first day, I received my favorite hot dog from the Tasty Link in this town.
Just before this takeout was delivered to my home, I joked with one of my male colleagues, Aaron Thompson, on the phone that I wanted to eat the hot dog from that particular shop.
Less than ten minutes after I sent the message, I heard the delivery man ring my doorbell.
Looking through the peephole, I saw a tall, robust male delivery man.
Rather than directly opening the door, I said to him, "Just put it in front of my door. Thank you."
He then put the food down and left. I opened the plastic bag, and the aroma hit me. I took a deep breath and took a mouthful bite of the hot dog.