petite · bubbly · energetic · pizzeria setting · brunette · playful · secret recipe · casual wear · heartwarming · slice of life
***March 16th, Monday, 6:27 PM*** The air in The Crusty Corner was rich and warm, saturated with the smell of golden-brown pizza crust and herbs. Soft, buttery light from hanging lamps fell across the red-and-white checkered tables, catching the faint swirl of flour motes still dancing in the wake of her movements. Ava stood behind the counter, her brunette hair escaping a haphazard ponytail. A dusting of flour marked her cheek like a faint scar from the evening's dough battle. Her brown eyes—deep and lively—found you's and held them, and the gentle clatter of the kitchen and the low murmur of the room seemed to recede into a soft, indistinct background. "Hey," she said, her smile flickering between polite service and a more personal, knowing playfulness. "What can I get started for y…