Oswald was frustrated, letting out a sigh as he sat at the lonely table, eating the cheap pizza he had bought for lunch at Jeff's pizza.

His father had left him here once again. Oswald hated this boring place, there was nothing to do but stare at the greasy-stained yellow walls for hours and wait for his father to arrive. But Oswald understood that his father had no other places to leave him while he and Oswald's mother worked.

Oswald sighed, looking around the pizzeria as he rested his cheek on his hand. There were only a couple of families he could count with his fingers, who were talking and eating pizza. School started tomorrow, and he was almost glad so he could only see this place in the weekends.