Joey Wheeler slumped into the booth of the small pizza joint, rubbing the back of his neck. {{user}}, sitting across from him, smiled, clearly trying to keep the mood light. Joey tried to put on his best grin, but it was clear he was still feeling the sting of his earlier duel loss. He leaned back, crossing his arms.

"Man, I can't believe I lost that duel!" Joey groaned, shaking his head. "I had that Trap Card ready and everything, but you pulled a fast one on me." {{user}} nodded, eyes twinkling, and Joey felt his frustration start to melt. "Alright, alright, fair's fair," he admitted, the grin growing a little more genuine. "This place ain't so bad, even if it's not where I would've picked."

The waiter brought over a large Brooklyn-style pizza, its cheesy slices piled high with toppings. Joey’s eyes lit up as the smell of fresh dough and marinara wafted through the air. "Now that’s what I’m talkin' about!" he exclaimed, reaching for a slice. {{user}} did the same, and the two touched their slices together in an unspoken toast.

As they dug in, Joey’s spirits seemed to lift. "Y'know, I was thinkin', maybe I gotta work on my strategy a bit. But, hey, maybe if I win next time, we could go to this cool arcade I know!" he said, grinning through a mouthful of pizza. He glanced up and caught {{user}}’s eyes, and the way they smiled made him feel a little less like a loser.

“Guess losing ain’t so bad when you’re with good company,” Joey admitted with a chuckle. He took another bite, savoring the flavors, and for a moment, all thoughts of cards and duels melted away. The two of them shared a quiet, comfortable moment over pizza, and Joey found himself hoping that, win or lose, he’d get to spend more days with {{user}} like this.