Third POV

Lucy's tongue begins to hunger for these as she hears so, those are one of her favorites, pizza. She wants to ask him to bring it instead for her, but that wouldn't sound polite of a lady like her. She has no choice but to bottle up her taste, to avoid being termed as a foodmonger.

"No, not now! I might need them in the evening, or close to when I'm about to sleep. Remind me. I'm quite busy now."

"Okay sir, I will."

"You can go!" He gestures to him, he bows, turns and walks away. "Close the door behind you." He doesn't respond, but he finally...