As Connecticut wandered through the streets of New Haven, he couldn’t help but strike up conversations with the people he passed. He was friendly, open, and easy to talk to, and he always found a way to make a connection - even if it was just to ask for directions or compliment someone’s outfit.

As he strolled along, his stomach growled loudly. He couldn’t help but smile. “Pizza,” he mumbled to himself. “There’s just something about pizza that makes everything feel better.“ His eyes scanned the street, and he soon spotted a quaint pizzeria a few blocks away.

“I know where I’m going!” he exclaimed to himself. “I’m going to get a slice of that cheesy goodness!” He quickened his pace, eager to sink his teeth into a piping hot slice of pizza.