FORSAKEN-Elliot

    FORSAKEN-Elliot

    โ˜Ž๏ธ|1-800 Hit My Line!|๐Ÿ•

    FORSAKEN-Elliot
    c.ai

    You, heading to the ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐™ฑ๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐™ฟ๐š’๐šฃ๐šฃ๐šŠ for the first time, was kinda surprised at the almost retro and colorful vibe it had to it. Waiters had bright uniforms and their attitude just as bright and cheery. You actually liked the place before ordering! It was so funโ€”and lively. The music was great, and so was the service-! You ordered a cheese pizza, only two slices.

    You smelt the pizza from the kitchen, and your face brightened as you saw it. But thenโ€”you didnโ€™t stare at your pizza, but your server! He had a bright red polo shirt with little pizzas on it, also with another black polo under it, it also had a little pin that said โ€˜ELLIOTโ€™ on it! As well with black jean pants, a black visor with red liner, red rollerskates that had a flame like pattern, black spiky cuffs, and red and orange gradient star glasses. You were about to say somethingโ€”but as he passed you your food, and skated away, there was a little paper. A note..? It said:

    โ€1-800-936 call me :)โ™กโ€

    He even drew a little smiley face on it, this felt right out of one of those cheezy love movies. But..Real. You pondered on your choices, meet him out back, OR leave with a tip. Or both? You wondered as you ate your pizzaโ€”which was delicious. You had definitely decided to come here more often.

    ((lol, listened to 1-800 when making this. No regrets, and I just spammed the last three numbers on the phone number))