The mixed taste of ketchup and yellow mustard sauce was amazing.
I couldn't help but gobbled the hot dog.
Halfway through my eating, I managed to suppress my craving and took out my phone to take a photo.
I took a photo of my smiling face and half of the hot dog and sent it to the colleague I just chatted with.
Lillian: [Thanks for your snack in the middle of the night!]
I continued to stuff the hot dog into my mouth while staring at my phone.
He was typing...
It took a while for him to decide what he would send to me.
Aaron: [But I didn't order takeout for you.]
At the same time, I engulfed the rest of the hot dog.
Smiling in disdain, I laughed at his shyness.
Maybe he was afraid to let his wife find out that he ordered a takeout for a pretty girl like me at midnight.
Snorting in my heart, I threw away my phone and closed the takeout box. Suddenly, I found there was a receipt on it.
There was no information about who ordered this takeout but only a short message.
It said, "Lillian, do you like this hot dog?"
My hair stood on end, and I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms, becoming even more certain that the takeaway was delivered by Aaron.