When Aiden Parker pulled up to my door, I couldn't stop laughing.

Even though I knew this day would be horrendous, the one spot of joy I had was that he was riding a pink, Barbie-themed bike with glittery streamers and a pink horn. The pizza carrier bag was precariously balancing on a white wicker basket.

He rolled his eyes at my antics. "Can you just shut up and help me deliver these stupid pizzas?"

I sighed. "Yeah, yeah."

Ever since my manager (who was creepy and pervy and totally deserved what had happened to him) had his car vandalized by one Aiden Parker and discovered that I helped out with the vandalism (I'd given him the keys to my manager's car) we were stuck working for no pay for Mario Mario's Pizza Pizza. Yes, you read that right, two Mario's and pizzas. Double the pizza, double the Mario, and double the pain.

"So, whose bike is that?" I asked after hopping on my own and riding up to him. I took the second pizza carrier bag he offered me.

"My sister's," he admitted. "She's ten."

"And you fit on that thing how?" I had never really paid attention to him before The Vandalism, but now I felt like partners in crime ought to get to know each other.

"I'm short, okay? I'm only, like five-foot-six," he complained.

I laughed at his comment despite the terrible situation we were in. Biking across the small town of Springfield on a snowy day like this, delivering piping hot pizzas while not getting to eat any ourselves was a terrible punishment. I was just lucky I hadn't been fired (probably because I was the best waitress and Mario was a lazy manager who wanted to see me suffer.)

"How are you five-foot-six?" I had never noticed his height before.

"I'm half-Asian." He shrugged."My mom is Korean. It makes me short."

"So, you didn't have your own bike?" I asked, changing the subject.

"No, I had to learn how to ride one specifically for this demeaning task. What! Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm sorry - it's just, you never learned how to ride a bike? Your dad didn't, like, take off some training wheel sand teach you how to ride down the driveway or something? You don't have one of those sweet childhood montages of you skinning your knee and getting back on? You can't ride a bike?" My jaw hit the ice.

"No! It's not that weird. We travelled a lot growing up. My parents were always busy and I never had a driveway to practice on. Don't give me that pity look, I don't want it," he grumbled, reminding me of his 'bad boy' status. "We're here."

"Okay." I took the bag from under my arm and walked up to the house. When I was done my delivery, I walked back down the driveway. "When this is done," I told Aiden. "I am going to teach you to properly ride a bike."

"You haven't suffered enough?" He asked sardonically. "Don't answer that. I'll get the next delivery."

"Don't forget the credit card scanner!" I called after him. He averted my gaze, cheeks flushing.

The rest of the night was banter and pizzas and him trying not to fall off of his ridiculous bike. I was surprised to find that he was a bad boy... and also not quite. Behind that tough demeanour, there was someone I dare say.. could be friends with.

At seven-thirty, three hours after we'd started, we were done. I made good on my promise. I also might have kissed him, but that's a different story.