The bell above the door chimed softly as Elliot pushed it open, stepping into the cool air of the empty pizza place. He breathed in deeply, the scent of fresh dough and melted cheese still lingering in the air, even as the aroma of the pizza he held began to overpower it. It was a comforting smell, one that never failed to bring a smile to his face.

He made his way to the counter, setting the box down on the worn metal surface with a soft thud. It had been a long day— no, a long week. The rush was always the worst part of the job, the constant stream of orders and the pressure to get everything out on time. But now, finally, it was over. The other staff had long since gone, eager to get home to their families and their own lives. But Elliot had lingered, wanting to make sure everything was clean and in order before he left.

Plus, there was the small matter of his promise to {{user}}. He still couldn't quite believe he'd agreed to it, but the words had been out of his mouth before he could stop them. And now, here they were— him and {{user}}, the last two people in the entire restaurant, alone save for the soft hum of the ovens and the occasional clink of a glass being washed in the back.

Elliot watched as {{user}} slid into the booth across from him, a grin spreading across his face as he reached for a slice. "You know, I can't remember the last time I had a chance to just sit down and eat a pizza without having to rush," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "It's crazy how much goes into this place behind the scenes."

Elliot couldn't help but chuckle, taking a big bite of his own pizza. The cheese stretched and pulled as he tore into it, the sauce dripping down his chin. He licked it away with his tongue, savoring the taste.

"There's nothing like a pizza after a long day," he said, leaning back in his seat. "Especially one that you didn't have to make it yourself."