"Hello?" I answer.
"Yeah, I've got dinner for a Marshal."
"Dinner?"
I haven't eaten all day. The thought of food would take too much work to figure out and my stomach hasn't rumbled asking for anything.
It rumbles. Stupid stomach.
"How much do I owe?"
"Listen, lady, it's been paid for already. I have two more deliveries. You going to let me up or not?"
Wow, jerk.
I punch in the access code, granting him access to the building so he can bring me the food my stomach now craves. Not wanting to waste a second, I open the apartment door and wait for him to step off the elevator. The smell of my favorite Chinese restaurant in the city hits me before he does. I reach for the bag and hand him a quick tip, the last five dollars from my wallet as he walks to the elevator, a heavy bag thrown over his shoulder.