Topped with Ambrosia

01

👾 Sasha's POV 👾

You get your pizzas topped with ambrosia!" the cashier in a mostly white top, spare the Topped with Ambrosia logo, winked at me, and spiked up his quiff. Not the usual: "Welcome to -- insert the name of the restaurant! How may I help you?"

"Um, yeah." I blinked. Sure, he's swoon worthy. But, this place felt unearthly for some reason. Always trust my guts. "I'll have a pizza with cheese and, um, nectar sauce?" according to the menu on the granite, nectar sauce's a buttery syrup. The menu's got some Greek on it. I only understood the English on it. I traced the side order part of the menu, the Greek words glowed a whitish gold, similar to the uniforms. It left without a second thought. I traced it again. It didn't glow. Maybe it reflected light.

The cashier had these weird eyes where you couldn't tell if they're gray or blue. It looked like an artwork gone wrong. His hair was black. Like the tires of a car

I saw his limited edition Yveltal 3DS in the breast pocket of his uniform. Whoa! Is the Xerneas one also this cool in person? Did he know about the latest gift event?

"Want some of this?" he smiled at me with eerily, white teeth and gave me a dark, attractive look. Cliché much?

"Do you play Pokémon?"

"I've got X and OR with me right now."

"Did you finish the Delta episode?"

"Hell nah. I'm too lazy for that,"

"High five, bro!" I raised my hand for a high five, and laughter followed. Most of the employees were laughing. The girl manning the cashier beside the one I was laughed like Ashton Irwin (but, more girly) and didn't look ready to stop anytime soon. Soon, some of the people behind me were also laughing.

The girl who laughed like 5SOS's drummer yelled, "BRO ZONED!"

A woman near the door who was videoing her son answer the crossword puzzle in the kiddie area had videoed from the "Want some of this?" part. She squealed, "This is so going viral,"

I saw the video a few hours later with no clue on how she videoed the from her seat so clearly. I could hear my voice, I could hear cashier dude's voice, I could hear the laughing-- cello strings, I could still hear the laughing in my mind!

Another employee approached us. He gave us a grin that wasn't forced, and served our pizza. The name tag read "Bradford". I instinctively glanced at his back, and I saw a silhouette of something huge, furry, and white. Wait, what? I looked again, and it seemed to be materializing. It's weird. I don't wear glasses. The world wasn't blurry in my eyes. I've got no reason to hallucinate the wings, yet I did.

Suddenly, the kitchen seemed to be louder than before. The murmurs were mostly audible from where I sat.

"The customer saw one of us,"

". . . this mean?"

"How the?"

"Bradford's in hot water now,"

"Ooh, Hermes is gonna be pissed off."

"Sh! She can hear us!"

"Let her hear us," an authoritative voice's words echoed, going from employee to employee. "There is a reason why we opened up the restaurant. I briefed all, you full timers, about why it is more than what you do here." then in a hushed tone I think I was supposed to hear, "Observe for signs of breaking,"

I noticed Theo's mouth moving the way one talks. Cello strings, it's hard to focus on my date.

I saw his lips move and I hear, "You gonna eat the pizza?"

I nodded and took a slice for myself. One bite in, and I lose myself in pizza heaven. It's so good, I'm swimming in a pool of cheese and nectar in my mind. I'm definitely gonna come back. The best part's the drinks. It's a choose your drink, and drink all you can thing. The cups come in only one size though. I chewed the crust of the pizza. I wholeheartedly enjoy eating this pizza.

I reached out to get a second slice. Theo abruptly stood up and told me, "I'll get us some drinks." he smirked, "Trust me."

Yep, definitely gonna make him take a sip before drinking whatever mock-tail he'll create. He's gonna mix up the beverages for sure. Back to nibbling-- chomping down-- my pizza,

When he came back, I had finished three more pizzas (not counting the one I was eating when he left). I wish I could say that I ate at the speed of light, but the truth is-- the line for the drinks had a long line. They should've made two of the machines, but I didn't see those "Are you satisfied with our service?" papers.

He gave me a violet drink. I raised an eyebrow, "What's this?"

He gave me the same smirk. "Blue lemonade and pink lemonade," and he took a sip of his own violet drink.

"Don't they taste the same?"

"You're a question spitting machine today, aren't you?"

My eyebrows knitted into a frown, trying to remember. I pretended I wasn't reddening. "Maybe,"

"To answer your question: they tasted different for some weird reason." a pause, "I also added some weird nectar sauce."

"Hey, that's what we're eating!"

"No, that's what we're drinking."

"Look at the receipt," I handed the receipt to him.

"Oh,"

"Oh, indeed."

Then a speedy guy in white approached us a little too quick, the table wobbled, my drink spilled on me. It's a good thing I already finished all the pizza.

"Goodness gracious, I'm so sorry!" the same Bradford guy gushed. (What? He said it the way girls gushed.) He sounded sincere, but I couldn't help but feel that he was relieved. Why would he be relieved about spilling a lemonade on a girl? Before I could guess the most outrageous possible answers to my question. Bradford gave me a box of tissues and began talking to Theo.

Another employee pushed me. After a series of shoves, I found myself in a bright white room. Everything was freakishly white. I tried to turn the doorknob. It budged, but it didn't turn all the way. Did I hear the click of a door locking when I first entered? Weren't doors usually locked from the inside. The side of the doorknob I saw needed a key. It must've been locked from the outside.

I did my (failed) version of a roundhouse kick and did not kick at all. Great. Go nervously pick put casual wear. Go nervously wait for your date for 2 and a half hours. Go on a first date. Go buy a pizza. Get a drink from your date. Get locked in a room.

Who gets locked in a white room with the doorknob (hopefully) installed incorrectly without the management's noticing and a box of tissue, wearing a shirt that had been spilled on on her first date? Me!

I hope Bradford gets forced to play a cello with steel strings without a first aid kit in the room.

Little did I know, there was no door on the other side. Only a wall that looked as plain as the walls of the room it hid. I got in a secret door without knowing it myself.

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AN: Elise is working on the other parts. Hope you enjoyed this part! Too bad Topped with Ambrosia's fictional. *sighs*

The ". . . spilled on on her . . ." is not a typo I think.