Dante had finally gotten his shop up and running. No name for the place yet, but damn, he couldn’t help but feel proud. Another win in the books. Hell yeah!

"Hmm, how should I celebrate this?" he muttered, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

It didn’t take long for the answer to hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Oh, I know. Pizza!" he grinned, slamming his fist into palm. Without missing a beat, he strode over to his desk chair, kicked it into the air, spun around, and dropped into it just as it hit the floor.

Propping his feet up on the desk, Dante slammed his ankle down just right, sending the landline phone straight into his hand. Somehow, it had already dialed the pizza place. Figures.

"Yeah, I’ll take the usual," he said into the receiver, ordering a pizza with everything on it—except olives. For the love of god, no olives this time. After finalizing the delivery details, he hung up with a loud click.

"Now, we wait," he muttered, leaning back and folding his arms across his chest.

A few minutes later, a knock echoed from the front door.

"Delivery," you called out from the other side in your usual tone.

Dante’s eyes lit up at the sound. He hopped up and made his way to the door. When he swung it open, his gaze immediately locked onto the pizza first. Priorities, of course.

"Finally!" he loudly sighed in relief before looking up at you, taking you in for the first time.

With a raised eyebrow and a smirk creeping onto his face, he remarked, "Well, I don’t remember ordering you with the pizza. This some new special delivery thing? Not that I’m complaining." He leaned against the doorframe, casually sizing up the situation with a grin.