Post by notdomino on Jan 3, 2024 6:13:17 GMT
"I'm leaving." He'd look back at his butler, who'd simply bow and give a courteous- "Return home safe, young Sir." Ivan glared at most people. Steiner wasn't most people. Instead, the blonde would nod softly, before closing the door behind him. The man was the last semblance of home. Whether Ivan wanted fish n chips or a bit of bubbles and squeak, the butler always came through with the great tastes of Manchester. Today, however, Ivan wanted to go out to eat. Today was an eventful day, it was time to treat himself. The elevator was a drag, as it always was and so was the stroll around the block. There were plenty of shops near the condominiums, food too.
"Amazing Taste, Italy?" Ivan read the menu posted in the window corner. Now pizza wouldn't hurt, maybe even pasta. Was it authentic? Did he truly care if it were? The answer was no, not really. He hadn't been to Italy since he was 7, and he got a more clear understanding of food. More expensive didn't always mean tastier. More authentic didn't always mean tastier, either. The only true defining factor was to just take a bite and see for yourself what your taste buds gravitate toward. In Ivan's case, he had gotten lost on that trip... as he always did, and found a small hole in the wall. Best pizza of his life. He knew nothing about the place and realized he didn't need to. All he needed was the joyous memory of great pizza. That simple memory drove him to the counter, to which he still stared at the menu. People glared at him as they went to the neighboring register. He was taking his sweet time... mainly because even though he just had a heartwarming memory, he'd forgotten what he wanted.
The woes of heroics and doing well in school were making him looney. He needed to relax. Pizza was a great relaxing food. Couch potato food, one might say- "A medium pizza, please." That's right, that's why he was here. "With pepperoni on one half, mushrooms on the other." A simple order...
"It'll take a bit longer for a whole pizza. Is this just for you?" The cashier seemed overjoyed that he could finally make a decision. She seemed like the skittish, nervous type... - a person who couldn't deal with stress well.
"No no, I'm bringing the rest home to my family. " Ivan was curt, but sincere. The cashier felt like she was really getting somewhere with him. Hopefully, she could get him seated and-
"So you've spent over the required amount to get a free drink. What kind would you like?"
"...fuck." He rubbed his chin. His eyes slowly scanned the menu in dire search of the beverages.
"I'm... gonna be right back."
"Carry on. I may be a while." He could admit that at least.
"Amazing Taste, Italy?" Ivan read the menu posted in the window corner. Now pizza wouldn't hurt, maybe even pasta. Was it authentic? Did he truly care if it were? The answer was no, not really. He hadn't been to Italy since he was 7, and he got a more clear understanding of food. More expensive didn't always mean tastier. More authentic didn't always mean tastier, either. The only true defining factor was to just take a bite and see for yourself what your taste buds gravitate toward. In Ivan's case, he had gotten lost on that trip... as he always did, and found a small hole in the wall. Best pizza of his life. He knew nothing about the place and realized he didn't need to. All he needed was the joyous memory of great pizza. That simple memory drove him to the counter, to which he still stared at the menu. People glared at him as they went to the neighboring register. He was taking his sweet time... mainly because even though he just had a heartwarming memory, he'd forgotten what he wanted.
The woes of heroics and doing well in school were making him looney. He needed to relax. Pizza was a great relaxing food. Couch potato food, one might say- "A medium pizza, please." That's right, that's why he was here. "With pepperoni on one half, mushrooms on the other." A simple order...
"It'll take a bit longer for a whole pizza. Is this just for you?" The cashier seemed overjoyed that he could finally make a decision. She seemed like the skittish, nervous type... - a person who couldn't deal with stress well.
"No no, I'm bringing the rest home to my family. " Ivan was curt, but sincere. The cashier felt like she was really getting somewhere with him. Hopefully, she could get him seated and-
"So you've spent over the required amount to get a free drink. What kind would you like?"
"...fuck." He rubbed his chin. His eyes slowly scanned the menu in dire search of the beverages.
"I'm... gonna be right back."
"Carry on. I may be a while." He could admit that at least.
She didn't come back.
Well, actually... she would. "Wait for the next person, yeah?" He said, watching the girl hurriedly walk passed him and toward the door without her work clothes on. He'd apparently been through this situation before. The pizza was being fired up, and he hadn't even paid yet... Someone had to finish this order. Instead of answering, she rushed out of the store in a fit of tears. "Ah, right when I've figured it out too..." He snapped his finger and shook his head. "Can you believe the customer service here?" He said to the person behind him, who would only glare at him instead. If he'd just made someone quit, that meant ordering would take that much longer. Of course they'd be mad at him.
Well, actually... she would. "Wait for the next person, yeah?" He said, watching the girl hurriedly walk passed him and toward the door without her work clothes on. He'd apparently been through this situation before. The pizza was being fired up, and he hadn't even paid yet... Someone had to finish this order. Instead of answering, she rushed out of the store in a fit of tears. "Ah, right when I've figured it out too..." He snapped his finger and shook his head. "Can you believe the customer service here?" He said to the person behind him, who would only glare at him instead. If he'd just made someone quit, that meant ordering would take that much longer. Of course they'd be mad at him.
