When I Started a Food Delivery Part-Time Job, I Ended up Being Invited to the Home of a Gloomy, Clumsy Beautiful Girl - Chapter 1: Food Delivery

Chapter 1: Food Delivery

I carry a delivery bag on my back, put on a helmet, and ride a bicycle.

I check the smartphone fixed on the handlebars, waiting for the next delivery request to come in.

This spring, I—Yuki Aizawa—became a high school student and started a new life.

Since it’s a new life, I’ve been living alone since March, before school started.

The atmosphere at my parents’ house was heavy, and it felt uncomfortable.

My parents set a condition: “If you earn your own tuition and living expenses, it’s fine.” I asked half-expecting to be denied, but they easily agreed.

Living alone was way better than I expected.

No need to worry about anyone else, sleeping whenever I want, eating what I like, and doing what I enjoy. There was a high degree of freedom in this lifestyle, with no one complaining.

But—as I said earlier, I have to earn all my tuition and living expenses myself.

So, I started a part-time job with a food delivery service called UberMeats.

This job is simple: accept requests through an app, pick up the ordered food, and deliver it. I can choose my working hours, and all I need is a bicycle. It’s perfect for a high school student like me.

Two weeks had passed since school started.

That day, I was working my delivery job alone after school.

“Oh, it’s here… two thousand yen!? That’s way too much!”

When I checked the app, a high-paying order came up that made me doubt my eyes.

Lucky jobs like this come up sometimes, but they’re rare.

There are incentives too, so it’s not exact, but the restaurant pays a thirty-five percent fee.

By simple calculation, that customer ordered about six thousand yen worth of food.

I pressed the accept button without hesitation and rushed to the designated store—a well-known hamburger chain.

“Hello! UberMeats here!”

I showed the app at the counter, and the staff handed me the prepared order.

…Wait, isn’t this too much? There were several paper bags, and it was a struggle just to pack them into my bag.

But thinking of the high payment, I gathered my energy, loaded the bags, and pedaled off.

Ten minutes later.

I arrived at a high-rise apartment that stood out in the city.

“Seriously… no wonder the pay is two thousand yen.”

Feeling overwhelmed by a place I’d never relate to, I went from the entrance to the elevator.

I reached the room on the fifteenth floor and pressed the intercom.

“Yes?”

A voice came from inside, and the door opened with a click.

“Sorry for the wait! UberMeats here!”

I tried to hand over the order energetically as usual, but at that moment…

“…Oh, Aizawa…?”

“…Huh?”

Standing in front of me was my classmate—and the girl rumored to be the most beautiful in our grade, Hiyori Yukishiro.