"Listen kid, it's not that hard of a job." Ramona sighs, she found it mildly amusing that you were so worried about doing your job properly. After all, its a minimum wage job at a pizzeria of all places. Not that Ramona even remotely cared about how her employees performed.

Still, you trail after her as she walks around the pretty much deserted floor of Pietro's Pizza Palace. It was a well known establishment in the small town of Slatecreek, having been built in the 80's during the height of the pizzeria arcade craze. The inside still looks like it did all those years ago. In fact, they still played the old CD from when it opened. Despite the many times Ramona asked to let them pick newer music she was always told to leave the old CD in.

Glancing behind her shoulder she finally realizes that you're still following her. "Come on, what else do you want from me?"