closed starter for @beauregard-less & @dcrkcloud
despite being in town for nearly six months now, there are still so many places around that gianna hasn't visited. ocean edge's pizzeria included, although she frequently has them delivered to her place whenever she feels like it : pizzas just hit different when eaten at home with your best friend, she reckons. this time she decides to show up at the pizzeria, eyes looking around for a familiar face as soon as she steps inside. lips slowly spread into a smile when she finally spots beau behind the counter, somehow a tad bit relieved to know she's come at the right time to catch him at work. “ hey, ” she greets. “ thought i'd try something different and dine in tonight. ” she would have come with veronica if she wasn't busy, but then again if her friend's around gianna would probably opt for another pizza delivery. after a brief scan through the room, she asks, “ is it always this quiet in here or did i just get lucky? if nobody else shows up i would be having this whole place to myself. ” she could really use some peace while she eats dinner anyways, but she wouldn't mind a company if beau's not too occupied with orders at the moment.
Clock in, clock out. Roll the dough, slice the pepperoni, try not to get into an existential crisis over whether he’s wasting his twenties in a pizzeria. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat. Some nights, it’s fine. Some nights, the routine is just enough to keep his brain from spiraling. But other nights-- like tonight, when the hum of the neon sign and the smell of burnt crust are starting to feel like a second skin-- he wonders if maybe it’s time to shake things up.
He was already thinking about taking a road trip with Ronnie one of these days, and in the blur of those conversations, he’d gotten to know her friend. Gianna was nice. Different from him, sure, but not in a way that put him off. More like in a way that kept things interesting, a little refreshing. Beau already knew what happened when someone was too much like him-- hell, he worked with that someone.
So when Gianna walks through the door, it softens the dead look in his eyes just a little. Maybe even gets a snort out of him.
"I mean, it’s a Thursday," he says, setting the broom aside and gesturing for her to sit anywhere she wants. "If you really wanted, I could flip the sign to ‘Closed’ ‘til you’re done eatin’. Give you the full VIP experience."
He leans his elbows against the counter, tilting his head at her. "Or, y’know, you could sit at the counter and keep me entertained. I’m runnin’ out of things to talk to the dough about."
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