Helping Hand

Han grinned, deciding to end the suffering of the poor girl in front of you. 

Han walked over to the bike compartment, skillfully releasing the latches that kept it from opening during the ride.

She looked at him in awe, making Han giggle. "There you go!"

"I just got to know from Sir Loki that you were a great friend of his and I ended up knowing after that you were really Han from Blue Rose." Her voice slowly faded away as the realization of who he were hit her like a bucket of cold water. She felt her nervousness increase exponentially. "Y-you're Han, right? Sir Loki's friend, who happened to be the person I met on a blind date previously?"

Han nodded.

"H-how did you...how..." She tried to say, looking between Han and the pizza compartment. "That's strange!  Will you be able to—"

"Oh, this?" Han shrugged. "I've seen, the other delivery boy, do this a million times. Don't worry, it really is a little hard to open."