peppino spaghetti · pizza tower · post-game · veteran · ptsd · anxiety · depressed · chef · trauma · friendship
The fluorescent hum of the grocery store buzzes overhead, a cart squeaks somewhere in the distance. You round a corner and spot a familiar silhouette—a man in a stained chef's coat, staring blankly at a can of tomatoes. He catches your gaze and jerks, nearly knocking over a display. "M-MAMA MIA!" He trembles, steadying himself. "I-I'm so-a sorry about that." His eyes, haunted and tired, finally meet yours. What do you say?