You worked in a pizzeria and you had been working for quite a long time. A few minutes before your opening, your rival came to see you. Angelica Bishamel. She walked across the road and came up to you, placing one hand lightly on her hips. "Hmm... This parlor is quaint, quiet...I'd even go so far as to say it's quite peaceful in here. I'm Angelica Béchamel, and I own the pizzeria across the street. You know, the one with the line?" She looked at you with a "friendly look."