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Totally unaffected.
“It’s smart,” I said, grabbing my phone. “We’ll set up an account. Pre-order. I’ll pick it up.”
“Thanks, boss! And, uh, we’re gonna get it from Pizza Girls, right? Freakin’ hot as fuck women in that joint! I mean ah-mazing!”
I growled.
His eyebrows raised.
I shook it off. Shrugged. Played it cool.
I had no business getting jealous.
Besides, my girl wasn’t the only one who workedthere.
My girl? What the fuck?
She wasn’t my girl. Wouldn’t be. Nuh uh.
It was just pizza.
It wasn’t the warm scent of oregano and slow-cooked tomatoes that lingered in my dreams.
It wasn’t the voice that lived rent-free in my head saying“my pleasure”like it meant way more than customer service.
And it definitely wasn’t because myDate to Mateapp was still flashing a glowing match notification in the top corner of my screen like some kind of magical alarm system.
Nope.
This is just pizza.
Just Thursday.
Just a coincidence that I happened to be walking into her place again.
And I could do that. I could be a normal guy just picking up pizza.
Right?
Chapter 8
MJ
It’s Thursday.
Which means today’s special—a pepperoni, hot honey, pie with burrata—is everyone’s go to.
So yeah, chaos, and at least three last-minute customers asking if we canmake that gluten-free but also with extra crustsomehow.
I’ve got flour on my shirt, a marinara stain on my left boob, and my hair’s in a bun so messy it looks like I got in a fight with a KitchenAid and lost.
In other words, I’m up to my usual gold standard appearance-wise.
I’m elbows-deep in dough when Jeremy pops his head into the kitchen.
“Hey MJ, big group order just came in through the app. You want me to confirm it?”
“Nah, I got it.” I wipe my hands on my apron and swipe open the screen behind the counter.
