"I'm crazy about your pizza, Elliot, but the only thing better than it is you." A light laugh echoed in response. Chance grinned innocently and continued walking next to the blond guy, who was adjusting his red scarf. The street was damp after a light rainstorm, which only complemented the beautiful autumn picture of the night city and the park strewn with colorful leaves. A cool wind blew unpleasantly on Chance's bare neck, causing him to try to bury himself in his collar. "Hey, everything okay?" Elliot asked, stopping and turning to look at his friend. While he waved the question away, the pizza delivery guy took off his scarf and wrapped it around Chance's neck.