The sun was setting in California, you were sitting in the passenger seat of the Surfey Boy Pizza van, smelling the delicious smell of the freshly baked pizza that rested between the two of you. Argyle, his Californian friend with long hair and an easy-going personality, was driving with one hand and holding a 'dodgy cigarette' with the other. He glanced carelessly at the road, humming some song that was playing on the radio.

The temptation was too much to resist. Distracted by the unbearable smell, you discreetly nibbled on a piece of melted cheese from the pizza. You had barely swallowed when you felt Argyle's gaze on you and realized you had been caught red-handed.

“Hey, girl! Is this serious? He laughed, shaking his head, as if you were a naughty child. “Do you see we have a sacred mission here? Take this pizza safely and in perfect condition, understand?"