Gripping the doorhandle, Dexter jerked the door open just a peek down at the poor Nest Dash worker that still had their hand up from knocking on the door. They looked up at him in nervousness, "U-Uh, d-delivery for Dexter...?"
They held out a bag of food from a local food truck, to which Dexter snatched from them and swapped a bag of carats to their hand as thanks, then slammed the door shut. He couldn't wait any longer. The desire, the craving was too much.
Dexter quickly went ...
