Hot Summer Job/Ignore her and keep talking to the pizza guy

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“Haaahhh…!” You groan. You don’t have to try hard to look exasperated, you are freaking panicked out of your shit! All you gotta do is just re-route that nervous energy and take different actions from the ones your brain is screaming at you to take. “Sooo… anyway… yeah.” You respond. “I got dressed because I knew Pizza was coming, but for some reason I spaced on the girls. I should have told them to get dressed or go to the back of the house or something, I know most people aren’t comfortable with seeing this sort of thing.”

“Give me back my dickie!” You hear your little sister’s listless voice yelling, after witch a loud screeching yelp can be heard and you look out the corner of your eye just in time to see Kiley falling face-first with her arms flailing into the air-mattress as Bree has sat up off of Risa and grabed Kiley’s leg.

“Owww!” Risa yells. “Bree! Get off!”

It is complete chaos over there, and the pizza guy doesn’t seem to know what the hell to make of it. “Ahh… hahaha…” he chuckles nervously. “It’s all right.” He says. “I mean! Ehh…. Yeah! To each their own right!? I kinda wish more people were nudists, you know?”

Oh, you could share the sentiment, you might have thought the same if it weren’t for the fact that you were sweating bullets about him maybe finding out you were just fucking one of those girls. “Heh, yeah...” you wind up agreeing dumbly, hoping to god he doesn’t realize something’s up and worrying constantly about what would be the expected answer. Seriously, what WOULD a real nudist say in this situation?

“Ehhh… how about you hold these!” The pizza boy says, suddenly seeming to tilt the pizza boxes and struggling to keep hold of them as he pushes the top box back till it’s centered on the bottom one, stabilizing the pair of them. He then hands them over to you and begins digging around in his pockets. “Umm… here’s your change!” He stammers in an uneasy tone.

There is an awkward moment between the two of you as he stairs off at the girls who are fighting on the air-mattress. Neither one of you really seem to know what to do. The pizza boy looks like he is curious and wants to ask you some questions about the “nudist life-style,” or maybe he just wants to keep looking at a bunch of naked pree-teens wrestling with each other. Either way, he does not seem to be initiating the process of breaking off your interaction.