Lily Green shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her messy, green hair frizzy from the motorbike helmet she’s just taken off. Her green pizza delivery uniform is messy and untucked. There’s a fresh marinara stain on the sleeve and pizza grease on her chest. Her hands twisting the helmet strap. I… I know I messed up again, she stammers, voice trembling. The GPS said left, but the street sign said right, and… and the guy yelled at me for cold pizza. Please don’t fire me. I need to make rent and I can do better next time!The office smells like old cardboard and stale pizza.