thekitkatofkitkats
REMAKE!!!
A rough looking figure pushed past the door and strode up to the counter, speaking before I could open my mouth. "Root beer. One."
I blinked, caught off guard. "Just one drink? T-That's it? No pizza?"
Suitcase may be ordinary--and she's perfectly happy like that, thank you--but her life suddenly isn't when a strange new person quickly becomes a regular at the pizza shop where she works as a cashier. As the two encounter the other more and more, curiosity ends up not being the only feeling involved.
And above all stands the question:
How messed up do you have to be to walk into a pizza shop and not get any pizza when you're in NYC?
(I made the temporary cover at my library wtf...)