open: to everyone !!
where: rossi's
The kitchen at Rossi's was loud, but in the way Ollie liked. The ovens roared, timers consistently beeped, and someone was yelling for more dough from the back like they might die soon without it. Flour dusted the front of his black shirt despite the apron he donned. Ollie pushed back his curls with the back of his wrist as he slid a pizza into the oven with practiced ease. The jingle of the bell sounding out over the door quickly stole his attention.
"I'm gonna be honest with you," Ollie called out from behind the line, not even waiting to see who had walked in yet. "All of the ovens are full, so it might be a little bit of a wait. I'm on a roll tonight though, so I'll go as quickly as possible! And throw in a drink for free while you wait." Ollie wiped his hands on a towel and then finally looked up properly to greet them with a bright grin.
"So, what are we thinking? The usual, something new... or do you want to be surprised?"
Arden pushed through the door of Rossi’s, the bell jingling like it was announcing trouble. The heat from the ovens hit him first, then the smell of dough and sauce and that faint char of pepperoni crisping up. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, shoulders hunched a bit against the noise, but his eyes flicked straight to the bloke behind the line—Ollie, curls wild, flour everywhere, grinning like the place wasn’t on fire. He let out a low chuckle, dry and a touch sarcastic, stepping closer to the counter so he didn’t have to shout over the chaos. “Evening, mate,” Arden said, words clipped and rolling off the tongue easy.
“Usual’s tempting, innit? But I’m feeling reckless tonight. Surprise me. Just don’t make it one of them pineapple monstrosities, yeah? I’ll walk right back out if I see fruit on my pizza.” He leaned an elbow on the counter, dark eyes scanning the menu board like he hadn’t already memorised half of it in the six months he’d been haunting this town. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, his rebellious edge still there even in something as simple as ordering food, “And cheers for the free drink. I’ll take a Coke if you’re offering. Proper cold,—none of that flat, lukewarm rubbish.” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “You look like you’re about to conquer the world back there. Or at least feed half of the town before it closes. Is it usually this chaotic?”
