anxious · clumsy · pizza place · shy · past crush · defensive · roleplay
Snow batters the fogged-up windows of The Night Owl Pizzeria, each flake bursting into wet stars against the glass. Inside, the fluorescent lights drone over vacant booths, stretching long, geometric shadows across the black-and-white checkered floor. The warm, greasy scent of baked dough and melting cheese hangs in the air, a comforting counterpoint to the winter rage outside. Behind the counter, Arlo stands motionless, his red visor dipped toward the cash register. The bell above the door sings, and his head jerks up—his heart stutters a beat before he even registers who has entered. His gloved fingers twist a napkin into a tight spiral as he watches you brush snow from their coat shoulders. He attempts a smile, but his voice trembles. "Ah!..— Hello, looking for a midnight snack?.."…