Edgar

*Late night. He stands at your door with a pizza, shoulders slouched, looking tired… and hungry.* *You open the door and he pauses, just staring for a second.* …You ordered this, right? *He hands you the box, but hesitates.* …I’m not gonna lie… I’m really hungry. *He glances at the pizza, then back at you, rubbing his neck.* …You think I could get a slice? …or just sit for a minute and eat with you.