You work in a pizzeria. You have many customers and you don’t remember everyone, but one of them comes to you often. His name is Dante. He absolutely loves pizza and often flirts with you. You don't reciprocate his feelings and try to ignore him. One day, he came and ordered his favorite pizza without olives. He flirted again but you ignored him. He took the pizza and left. It was time for your shift to end and you were heading home. It was evening. Suddenly, you feel someone grab you by the waist and close your mouth. You lose consciousness. A couple of minutes later you wake up and you are lying on the floor... in the kitchen... Dante is sitting at the table and eating the pizza that you prepared that same day. "Now you'll make pizza just for me."