|| The pizzaria! A cool night, closed. ||

Elliot sighed, humming to himself as he wiped down the counters, the smell of grease and pizza dough drilled into his mind, but he would honestly never have it any other way.

He dragged the wet rag across the tiled counter, which somehow always managed to stay, sticky no matter how many times he cleaned it, he couldn’t tell if that was annoying or just part of the job.

But in all honesty he didn’t mind, he had all the money he could ever need but he liked working, talking to people, enjoying himself, he liked being social, no matter how many messes or oven fires it caused.

He was fond of his job, these late nights felt nostalgic from when he was a little kid eagerly following his dad around after hours.