• to all the dead little girls inside of us and the insecurities that came with what we are now •
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Maybe it was because they shared a favorite pastry, or because she was confused about why he glided around like a silent shadow, but La...
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Pepperoni can never go wrong.
Trust me, it's the only thing I get at pizzerias when I go there for the first time. But the first time I went to Torino's, Quentin and Amarra were pissed at me because I always took the same pizza, so I put my big girl pants on and chose the Pizza Tartufo. I was so scared.
But it turned out to be good, so every time we go to Torino's, I take it. I still stick to pepperoni in other places though, because I am terrified. When I was younger, we went to Canada and I took something weird. The trauma still haunts me.
So, I'm sitting between Amarra and Lorenzo, and look up to Cindy, Torino's daughter, who only asks for Lorenzo's order, who, by a wicked hazard of the universe, takes the same as I do.
I gape at him. "You know, I think we were twins in our past lifetime."
"And why is that?" He looks at me. I'm shorter than him and it annoys me.
"We chose the same pizza, and we are both meringue lemon pie supporters." He chuckles.
"Okay." He chooses water as a drink. He's so plain.
"Do you watch football?" I ask. It's a very important question in Europe. The team you support or your family supports can define friendships. It does.
"The European one, yes." He takes a breadstick, because a pizzeria that doesn't give breadsticks is a scam, and crunches it. I hate mukbangs, they ick me, but I like the sound of crunching crispy food. It's satisfying.
"What team do you swing for?" He frowns. "Not that way, at least I don't think so."
"Liverpool." He isn't so bad after all. After this afternoons revelation, I was a bit scared of how he would react, but whe he saw me again here, he just pinched my forehead when I tried to give him a hug and that's all. We're cool.
"My dad used to be for Manchester United." His nose scrunches and I pinch him. He rears back and gives me an accusatory glare. "I said used to be. He thinks they play like shit now, so he's neutral. But I think that the guy from Ajax is gonna help them. If you had said that you were for Man City, I would have sat on the other side of the restaurant."
"They're overrated." He simply says. I nod my head fervently. "Are you going to the party in the end?"
"If you go, I'll be your body guard." He snorts. "I can protect you from the bimbos that'll throw themselves at you."
"Sure. How much do I have to pay you?"
"It'll cost you three packets of snickers." I state proudly.
"I don't like chocolate."
"You are despicable." I turn to face Quentin who is ranting on about his Thanksgiving plans.
"Are you going, Laura?" He asks me. I think for a bit.
