"Aoi-chan, can you send this order to the address that stated in the paper?", asked Miyako, who is one of the workers at the shop besides Gaku and herself.

The 26-year-old woman is wearing a light purple long-sleeved t-shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans. Her long blonde hair was tied to a bun and adorned with a floral hair clip. Even with her modest appearance, Miyako is a total beauty and her presence alone has attracted enough male customers to come. Unexpectedly, she has a very different personality from her mature image.

"Ah! It's on the table over there and also the key for the other one motorcycle. That old man has given you permission to use it." Her brown eyes directed to an iron square-shaped container, in which all the food was stocked inside and beneath the container is a small sheet of white paper.

"Sorry for asking you to send the order. That Hamada brat has his hands full already with the orders. Sigh! I feel so exhausted"

Aoi chuckles, hands took the paper and studied the address. "You can ask Hamada to give you directions if you have any problems with the roads." She shook her head and smiled. "Nope, I can do it. My sister works here."

"Oh, that's good! Umm... Do you want to go straight home afterwards? If you want, you can take home the container and bring it here tomorrow, so you don't have to worry about coming back to the shop."

"No thanks, I think I'll come back here."

"Really? You don't have to waste energy to do that, you know." Miyako tilted her head slightly, her eyes staring at the teen with a worried look.

"Yup! I have school tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't be able to bring it early morning. It would be nice if I sent the container today." She settles down the paper in her hoody pocket before lifting up the container. "I will come back!"

"Then, see you later," Miyako said, waving her hand.

Aoi shot her a small smile and with the box in her hand, she strolled over to the parking lot at the side of the shop, where a black motorcycle is hidden behind it. To be precise, there are two motorcycles use specifically for delivery but one of it is rarely used because the employee responsible for the job is none other than Hamada, a senior of her at school himself. He is the only delivery man that they have at the time.

'I really hope this motorcycle can be used. If it doesn't work, I have no choice but to call a taxi over'

She plops the box on the back of the motorcycle and ties it firmly, not wanting it to drop on her way to the destination. It will be a fiasco if it does.

Inserting the key into the hole, Aoi nervously begins to turn on the engine and thankfully, the motorcycle is on. The sound of the engine was loud as it seizes the customer's attention in the shop. Aoi eased her head down, feeling a little timid by the unwanted attention. It's not like she can blame the motorcycle anyway. After all, it has been out of use for a long time. Even Gaku didn't know they had this thing other than the blue one that Hamada always use.

'Hmm... I might ask for a job as a delivery girl later. It seems like fun to me and kinda made me happy to finally be able to ride one. Even though I had to get a license first. If I don't, I might be sued for it'

She rides the motorcycle, sitting down her body comfortably on the vehicle she had never ridden. "I never ride it before but it's more like a bike and mother used to explain to me how to ride it. So it must be easy, right?", she asks herself with her heart filled with glee.

With her hands ready on the handle and one foot in the proper place, she began to drive. At first, she feels that she will tumble or wobbled to the side but after five minutes of riding, she starting to get used to it and take a quick pace. Eventually, making her arrival at the address, ten minutes early than she predicts.

"Phew! Finally, I'm here." Aoi turns off her motorcycle and begins unloading the box, holding it to the front door of her father's small company building. Knocking on it several times, she waits, while in the meantime she treats herself by gazing around.

The first day she came here, it wasn't one of the nicest memories ever. It's kind of embarrassing and pretty much stupid for her to act that way. She's a teenager for God's sake!

She really doesn't know why but she just felt a little uneasy with one of those members. Truth be told, it was the green-haired man. Something about that guy frightens her off. His aura, the way he thrashes his look towards her and... it's as if that guy is hiding something about his past and even his friends didn't even know about it. Well, it's her gut feeling who told her that anyway... Not that she acknowledges it one hundred per cent.

"Just by thinking back to that day is enough for my legs to go shaky. God! I hope it isn't him who will open up the door"

After the last word she lets out, the door opens revealing a boy about her age, standing there. His right hand was clutching on something square that Aoi assume is his wallet. "Good evening! I'm here to deliver your order from our shop," she said with a large smile on her face.

"I thought Hamada-san would come and deliver it?" The boy raises a question as he takes the container from Aoi's grasp and positioned it on the worker's desk before she could resist.

"Uhh... Thank you?" He gives her a little nod.

"About Hamada-senpai, he's quite busy with other deliveries so I was asked to send this order in his place," explained Aoi as she moves to open the container and pull out each bowl of food they had ordered on the table. Meanwhile, the boy just stood by and watched Aoi doing her job. His eyes never shifted into the other way, only on the girl's petite body.

"Thank you.."

"Hmm?" The boy stared at her in confusion. Why is this girl thanking him? He crossed both arms near to his chest while raising one of his eyebrows.

Seeing his troubled reaction leaving Aoi with no choice but to tell him why. "I thank you for being the one who opens that door. To be honest, I sincerely hope that your green-haired friend will not be the one who opens up the door because if he did, I'm sure my feet would be trembling hard in front of him."

"Why?" He asked, giving her a curious look.

There was a moment of silence before Aoi can answer the question. "He's scary"

"He what?" The boy was dumbfounded when he heard the reason. It is very unthinkable for him to imagine the oldest member of his group as a scary person because based on his familiarity and the time he spent together with him, he began to realize that he is in the same group with a pervert. "I don't see which part of him is scary"

Aoi sighed heavily. "Of course you don't." She can pretty much guess that the boy will give that answer. Who is she to speak one's mind about his member? She's a nobody and she understands that well enough. "Forget it.." She turned her head away from him.

"Anyway-"

"Iori! Is our food here yet? Eh?!" Another man walked up to them. His bright red hair caught Aoi's attention.

'This guy..'

Aside from the green-haired man with his tedious glasses, she clearly memorizes this man, especially with that hair colour. It had left a huge impact on her memory ever since that day.

"You've come", the man said.

"I'm sorry? What did you say? I've come? For what reason am I should be here?"

Hearing her blunt and straightforward reply, the red-haired scratch his cheek awkwardly. "Well.. your father and sister are here, so I assumed you have come to see them."

"Ah, is that so!" Aoi let out a small laugh as she waves her hand-off. A large smile started to form as she laughed heartily and her sweet voice tickled both the men's, making their cheeks turn slightly red.

"How unfortunate, but the reason why I come here is as a delivery girl and this.." Her hand edged towards the food. "-are your orders!"

"Eh?"

Author: I think there's a lot of mistakes in my sentence. Please, do forgive me

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