You were tucked away in the far corner of the pizzeria, half-slouched in the booth with a slice of pizza lazily held in one hand.

The crust had gone a little soft from the grease, but you didn’t mind. Each bite was warm, cheesy comfort.

The low hum of chatter, the clatter of plates, and the faint whiff of oregano filled the air.

It was one of those slow afternoons where time didn’t matter, and the most pressing concern was whether the cheese would slide off before you took the next bite.

You tugged at a stretchy string of mozzarella, squinting as it finally snapped free.

Eyes fluttering shut, you let yourself sink into the moment. Just you, the pizza, and the buzz of the world fading out around the edges.

And then flop.

An arm casually draped over your shoulder, jostling you out of your pizza trance.

You didn’t even need to look.

That fedora and those ever-present headphones were a dead giveaway.

Before you could shoot back a quip, another shadow leaned in close.

This one was bolder, snatching a bite straight from your slice like it was the most normal thing in the world. The brim of a second fedora came into view, paired with the sweep of a trench coat.

You stared at your now-māngled pizza.

“Seriously?”