Choso Kamo | Short Stories

Pizza Date

[Part 3 of Biker Choso]

Choso took us to a pizza place close to the beach, we sat at a table by the window, allowing us to look at the dark and almost invisible sea.

"I hope you're not a fan of pineapple pizzas," I broke the silence, trying to make it easier to start a conversation.

He smiled. "Nah, that thing should be illegal."

The waiter came right away and we decided on a pepperoni pizza. Choso looked out the window and I couldn't help but fidget around. As an introvert, talking is unnerving.

"So, are you from around here?" I asked, hoping we could know each other better.

He finally turned to me. "No, I only moved here last year. What about you?"

"Born and raised." I smiled proudly, unsure what I was exactly proud of; never setting foot outside the city or my birth in this glorious hometown.

"What was it like?" He asked, and I took a moment to understand if he was asking about my childhood around here.

"Normal, I suppose." I shrug, "Unless people from different parts of the country do other stuff in school and work."

He chuckles. "We're all the same people but in different fonts."

I never really thought about it like that, but it's true.

"You would be a Times New Roman."

"Would I?" He raises an eyebrow. "You would be some type of cursive font."

I title my head. "That makes so much sense."

Looking around, I study the people in the diner, trying to match fonts to their vibes.

"You're not seriously matching fonts to strangers, are you?!" He laughs, and it instantly grabs my attention.

"Why not?" I grin. "It's fun, see that white-haired guy over there?" I point at a tall man with strikingly beautiful eyes just a few tables away, his legs sticking out of the booth.

Choso looks over and nods. "What about him?"

"He'd be, like, one of those rounded fonts, or maybe the 'live, laugh, love' prints."

Choso laughs again, holding a hand to his chest.

"I'm serious! And the black-haired guy would be a gothic German or something. And the short-haired girl an italic font."

"No, the girl is definitely something bold." He says after taming his laughter. "That's such an interesting way of labelling people's personalities."

"It's weird, but it's logical."

"Some people don't have a specific font."

"The standard, like an NPC."

He frowned. "NPC?"

"Yeah, those side characters in games that do nothing specific, but if you walk by them they throw a comment. You know?"

"Not really," He shook his head. "I don't play video games."

I fake a gasp. "Well, at least you have a bike, that makes up for something."

Choso puffs. "What? Is it, like, a required trait in a guy?"

"Not really, it's just preferences. Like if you're a gym rat, a gamer or a biker, it's an instant pull." I try to explain. "You're not really on social media, are you?"

He shakes his head innocently, and I cringe at how chronically online I am.

"That's actually better, it's bad for your health."

"So I've heard."

Our pizza arrived, hot and steamy and smells like heaven. I took a deep breath, my mouth watering. "I just know this pizza's gonna be good."

Choso smiled as he cut a piece and put it on my plate. "Of course it is, it's the best pizza around here."

So far, it's going well.

We ate and talked a little bit, and he told me about his siblings - which knocked the sense out of me, how the hell does one get 10 siblings? And he was the oldest, which is either the best or the worst part.

I told him about my family, consisting of a brother, a sister, a mother and a father. I think it was the most normal thing in my life, now I can't look at families the same after that news shock.

"You're the youngest, huh?" He said, taking a sip of his soda.

I nodded in response. "But not the basic brat younger sibling, or maybe I was. Now I'm very obedient and peaceful."

"All of my brothers are brats, but I say that endearingly." He smiled.

"Do you have a favourite?"

"Of course not."

"You must have at least one preferred over the others."

"Okay, yeah." He sighed, leaning back. "Yuji is a special one."

"How come?"

Shrugging, he popped a fry into his mouth. And just like that, we continued our dinner conversing through one topic to another until it was late at night.

Choso drove me home in comfortable silence as I looped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his back, feeling everything and nothing at once.

And when we said goodbye, he held my gaze for way too long, longer than I'd ever dare and I knew right then and there that I wanted to see him at least every day for the rest of my life.

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☆ Not my best, has been in my drafts for a while but I decided to give it a shot.

Also thank you for 900 reads? I never expected that !! I'll try to write more often when I have some free time off university :3