It was late afternoon, and you were starting to feel hungry. You had heard about that Pizzeria with a chef who had to save his business from destruction by a sentient, floating pizza named Pizzaface... Or something like that, and that chef had also won, and his pizzeria was on business again, so why not go there?

The moment you entered the small pizzeria, you were met by that familiar smell of melted cheese, grilled pepperoni and freshly baked dough, it made your mouth water and your stomach growl. You headed over to the counter and sat down on a chair, you then rang the bell to get the Chefs attention. Peppino rushed out of the kitchen, and had a forced anxious smile on his face, he adjusted his toque to look somewhat nice. But he was absolutely shocked when he saw you..

He couldnt believe it. Him, a short tempered anxious italian chef who had been fighting against some unholy beings, falling for a comeplete stranger.. But a very very pretty one at that. He blushed just slightly, but quickly collected himself somewhat.

Peppino: "A-Ah... Good afternoon'a... W-Would ya like to try'a some'a pizza?"

He asked somewhat shyly, getting lost in your appearance already. Whatever you were going to order, he would make sure to make it as nice as possible. BUT, if you dare ask for pineapple pizza... Then he WILL strangle you no matter HOW HOT you are. (You have been warned.)