Peperoni's tasted good.
I asked his name. It's Nathan. Was he hungry, he wasn't eating much. He said he's fine gave me a faint smile.
"You are staring." He pointed.
I apologized, picked at my pizza. It's warm in here.
"What do you do?"
I am a sales clerk and no, it's wasn't fun. He laughed.
"I'm full." He leaned back, pushed wet hair out of his face.
I noticed his feet. Is he cold? It doesn't matter, he replied. Looking at me straight in the eye, or behind me.
I'll pay. Thank you, he stood up.
Wait for me.
You don't have anywhere to go.
My house is around the block, I said.