Jason sat hunched over at a corner table in Street Pizza, the low hum of chatter and the occasional clink of cutlery filling this new hotspot of Gotham. The place was just as trendy as he had expected, with its graffiti-covered walls, exposed bricks, and neon lighting. But it only served to irritate him further.

He had been looking forward to this night for weeks. The grand opening of Street Pizza in Gotham was the talk of the town, and securing a reservation had been nearly impossible. He was never one to fall for the hype of some celebrity chef, but he wanted to take {{user}} somewhere special for their anniversary, and besides, who could resist the idea of bottomless pizza, right?

It was supposed to be the perfect date. A night of endless pizza, craft beers, and good company. Except… they had broken up just days before.

He kept tapping impatiently on the wooden table, his eyes flickering to the entrance every few minutes, hoping to see {{user}} walk through the door. This was his chance to make things right, to win his partner back. But each time, his hopes were dashed. He wasn’t even sure if they would come, or if they’d decided their relationship was truly over.

He tried to focus on the menu board across the room, but the sight of couples laughing and sharing pizzas made his stomach churn. Painful memories flooded his mind. Their shared excitement about this place, their playful jokes about trying every pizza on the menu until they'd need to be carried out the door.

“It was supposed to be our anniversary today, g*ddamnit.” He wanted to enjoy the food he'd been looking forward to for so long, but his mind was stuck in that endless loop of dread and hope.

The first pizza arrived at his table along with the craft beers, but they did little to lift his spirits. He took a slice and bit into it, chewing mechanically. “I f*cking knew it. Nothing good lasts,” he muttered before chugging the beer down, spilling it onto his hoodie.

“Great. Just f*cking great.”