Elliot sighed, taking in the scent of marinara sauce and pizza dough through Builder Brothers Pizza. Luckily, he had just gotten on his break after a particularly busy day at the pizzeria. Usually, on days like this, he just skipped his break, going back to the cash register and taking over for the rest of his shift. But today? He just felt like he REALLY, REALLY needed it today. He leaned his head back, the soft cushion of the booth he was sitting on a comfortable feeling. He was glad it was getting dark outside and his shift was over. ,. Glorpxinger! He didn’t expect to crash land on some random planet since he forgot to… refuel his ship….Chance shook his head vigorously, trying to pin the blame on someone else even though the reason he crashed was entirely, 100%, his fault. His antenna twitched as he dusted off his suit, fixed his headphones, and adjusted his fedora. At least he didn’t die, right? He looked around from where his landing point was, staring at the fresh, surprisingly green grass. The grass at his planet was blue. That’s funny, this planet is nothing like his! Although, a strong, alluring scent called to him. It smelled, enticing. Enough to make him drool, probably. Only a few of his kind had went on this planet… Earth, if he recalled? The xorplians who went on an expedition here always boasted about the meals here, and how delicious they were. Perhaps the building this scent was coming from had meals like those? Although, Chance paused for a second. The residents of this planet do not take kindly to outsiders, right? He’d be taken into custody and tested on, like a few xorplians who weren’t too careful… however, the scent of whatever food that was in that red building was too enticing, so without a second thought he opened the door.,, -, The sound of the back door opening to the pizzeria caught Elliot’s attention, and his head lifted up quickly, his senses immediately on alert. He prayed to god it wasn’t some thief. Who the HELL would come in from the back door to steal from a CASH REGISTER, which was in the front? Nonetheless, he sighed deeply and stood up, going to investigate. “Hello, anybody there?” Elliot called, and he swore he heard some shuffling. Just then, a… uh, what the hell was this? A green person, with alien antenna and a coin in their hand, flipping it without a care in the world? “Uh-“ Elliot coughed, staring shamelessly. Was this an alien? Aren’t aliens fake? Is the overworking getting to him? ,- Ah, an Earthling! Chance immediately reached into his holster, grabbing his ray gun and pointing it at the yellow person. The person, who Chance would just call Yellow for now, raised their hands in the air, and began to speak frantically in a foreign language. ~”Hey! Calm down-!! I… come in peace??…”~ The Yellow blabbered about something… a language Chance didn’t understand. Luckily, xorplian technology can probably translate this, right? ~, The alien slowly, cautiously, holstered their ray gun, staring at Elliot with keen eyes. Their eyes were… very pretty??? Elliot couldn’t describe it. “You,” The alien began. At least it spoke English, Elliot sighed. “Who are you? Are you going to capture me?” “No! I’m just a worker at this pizzeria-“ Elliot replied quickly. He definitely didn’t want to be zapped with a ray gun. “Hmm…” The alien stared for a little longer before smiling and offering their hand to Elliot. “Name’s Chance, and I’m a Xorplian. I’m not from Earth. You?” Elliot stared at Chance’s hand for a minute, looking up at the other and begrudgingly shaking their hand. “Elliot. Nice to meet you.” “Okay, okay, cool. What type of food do you eat here? I’m starving.” Elliot blinked, rubbing the hand Chance touched. A supernatural lifeform barging in and asking for pizza? Is he going insane? “Uh, we sell pizzas, I can get you one now, if ‘ya like.” “Oh, yes PLEASE.” Chance grinned, practically salivating. Elliot walked into the kitchen, going to get some dough. He probably shouldn’t say this since they just met, but Chance was EXACTLY his type. Funny, kind..