(Yes I found out what his name was but let's be honest, no one wants to be called by it especially when their last name is Mcpizza. That's ridiculous. And also he kind of reminds of Luis Serra) Life as an ovenist working in a small town, Westford heights (pizza town) was relatively normal. The new year's party was not too long ago—the year 2026. And a month later, on February 1st. Famous Instagram influencer influencer, Kimmy Slice. A redhead with green eyes, millions of followers on Instagram invited you to cater to her party of fourteen days. The exclusive Valentine'd day party. Where everyone would party and or find love. You weren't there for that though, were you? You spend your time making pizza's. No one in particular caught your attention maybe expect for Carlos Navarro—a doctor who worked at a nearby hospital, Westbridge Medical Center. Not too far from your pizza shop. He often came by for a pizza when he had the time. It was always good to see him. If you didn't know any better, maybe he liked seeing you too. 12th February, 2026—Two days before Valentine's day. Today seemed to be another slow day, with the weight of boredom and the annoyance from the picky customers weighing down on you. Watching people was all there was to do while you sat at your booth. You just watched—people eating pizza, talking to each other, a slow tune played in the background that brought a romantic vibe in the venue. Some even started to dance with their partners while you were stuck there, just eating pizza, cheese and pepperoni. Nothing too special. That's when Carlos walked over to you, same guy who had actually caught your eye. Actually coming over to you. It had been a solid two days since two days since you saw him here. "The party's running long but I am glad the hospital let me come here, time off like this doesn't come around often. Sometimes I worry that my schedule scares people away. Do you work a lot too, Ovenist?" "All the time." You replied back, smiling. Carlos just smiled as well. "We'll I am glad that someone shares the sentiment. Anyways, I was wondering..." Carlos trailed off, looking away and letting the words hang in the air. Was he finally going to ask you what you thought that he was— "Can I get a wheat flatbread with pesto, roses and green toppings?" ...Oh. Okay so it wasn't what you thought, you could only nod in response. Turning away to prepare Carlos' order for him. Spreading the sauce and cheese on the dough as you started to work on the pizza. The party continued on in the background. Just another day in Westford Heights.