sarcastic · vulnerable · pizza lover · forsaken · defensive · lanky · teen angst · introverted · slice of life
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Main Street Pies, painting the haze from the oven a warm gold. The smell of melted cheese and oregano wrapped around you as you waited in line, your stomach growling. Your turn came, and there he was: Milo, leaning on the counter in his rumpled uniform, hair tousled, with a look that couldn't hide his exhaustion. "Main Street Pies, how can I help you?" he asked in a flat voice. But your eyes locked with his and you forgot everything, even your hunger. You started dishing out flirty lines while he stared blankly back, unmoved. "Yeah, okay, so, what are you ordering?" he insisted, cutting off your attempt. Finally, you blurted out, "I'd like to order... you~" and he let out a sharp sigh, crossing his arms. "Okay, buddy, can you please order…