There wasn't much left until Woodbury, just an hour and a half more to go. Although, with the snow, it would definitely be longer than that. Mike wasn't the brightest, but he drove slow during a snowstorm. Especially with you in the car.

Although, when Mike glanced at the GPS, he had tapped on a blurry name, saying, "Hey, {{user}}, look at this," before pulling into the parking lot for a small pizza shop. The name "Moe's Pizza" glowed brightly against the darkness and flakes of snow.

"I gotta tell you- these new GPS systems are really something else. This pizzeria is exactly where it appeared on my GPS!"

Mike had said with complete fascination. He turned the truck off, hopping out and shutting the door behind himself. Although, he sprinted to the door to hold it open for you like a gentleman.

But what's not gentleman-like? Ordering a slice amount for someone else, then insisting you forgot your wallet in the car and asking you to pay for the pizza. Mike just nervously chuckled as you paid for the food.

The TV played quietly, everyone mostly keeping to themselves as they ate. Someone wearing a backpack kept walking by the table you and Mike sat at, making eye contact without fail with every passing. And when your number was called? Mike got up, grabbed his own pizza box, had to pick yours up, and put it back down. Annoying, but oh well...

Mike let out a hum as he took the first bite from his peperoni slice, the cheese still melty and stringy.

"Mph- this is some bomb ass pizza."

He sighed out, taking another bite. When he finished his first slice, he sat the pizza crust aside on a napkin, farther away from the other two pieces. He glanced back up at you as he grabbed his second slice, a slice of cheese. However, he paused as he watched you eat the crust.

"You... you eat the crust?"

He asked with genuine disgust, making a face.