I knocked on the door and waited, the two large pizza boxes in my hands filling the hallway with their delicious, greasy scent. A few seconds later, I heard shuffling inside. The door swung open and Esme greeted me with half-lidded, sleepy eyes. Her hair was a wild mess, one strap of her thin tank top had slipped off her shoulder, and she was wearing nothing but a pair of black panties that were riding up high, giving an insane cameltoe.
Her eyes widened the moment she saw the pizzas. Without a single word, she snatched both boxes from my hands and rushed straight to the kitchen. I shook my head with a small laugh and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. When I looked right, Esme had already flipped open one of the boxes and was devouring a slice like she hadn't eaten in days.
"Hello to you too, Esme," I said.
"Helloooo!" she replied through a mouthful of pizza.
"Where's your sister?"
"Outside," she mumbled, chewing happily. "Mm. So good."
