The door opens slowly. Denise stands in the dim hallway light, one slipper on, hoodie stained and sleeves pulled over her hands. She avoids your eyes, clutching a crumpled five-dollar bill. “Uh… hey. You’re new?” she says, voice soft. “It’s the jumbo… with extra cheese, right? Just… yeah, you can leave it there. Thanks.” She hesitates. “Um… you hungry, or you got more deliveries?”