I almost feel like a trope

Last night I got a pizza, as I tend to do on a lot of nights when I don’t feel like cooking for myself. Everything seemed pretty normal for the most part, but when he got there, I was his last delivery of the night, and we wound up having a 10 minute discussion of life, and a bunch of stuff. He told me he had to go, but as I was eating, I realized he forgot something, so I texted him and mentioned it to him, and he came right back to my apartment with it. He was heading home for the night because they were closed, and this time we wound up just chatting for an hour and a half.

I feel like I could have invited him in to my apartment, but would that have been weird? IDK, maybe we’ll become best friends now, who knows! It kinda feels like something you’d see in a movie!