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“Deal!” We stopped by a small pizza shop downtown, one of those old places with neon signs buzzing faintly in the window. The smell hit the moment we stepped in—fresh dough, melted cheese, oregano. Leo darted to the counter, peering into the glass case like it was treasure. “Pepperoni and mushrooms,” he announced, pointing. “And root beer!” “Root beer?” I repeated, arching a brow. “You know what that does to you at night.”

“Daddy's home!” “How's my girl?” Wyatt squatted down to give her a hug. He lifted her from the floor as soon as her arms wrapped his neck. “Aunt Wiwee and I are making pizza,” she said. “Making pizza?” he asked. Lily spun around and nodded. She, too, had flour all over her apron. “Yes, pepperoni and mushroom pizza, to be exact,” she said. “You're actually right on time. It should be done cooking in about five minutes.”

He could at least be a little enthusiastic outside, what an old man. I spotted a pizza place and grinned happily, "Let's have pizza then, it's a universal favourite food. Don't you agree?" "No." I waved him off with a laugh and went inside the pizza place that smelled of freshly baked bread and lots of cheese. Not only it smelled great but the interior was so bloody cosy and nice, the walls were made to look like bricks and the tables were of heavy wood. Cool. Laurent took the liberty to chose the most isolated table in the corner and leisurely laid his butt on the chair like an old man, he was so un-bothered for most of the time I was concerned for him, seriously.

Lunch outside, at his favorite spot, seems perfect. The little bistro down the cobbled street smells of basil, garlic, and warm bread. We sit at our usual table near the window. Leo gets his favorite—his own cheese pizza, small and perfectly round. He grabs a slice the second it’s placed in front of him, the mozzarella stretching like golden ribbons. “Look, Mommy, it’s so stretchy!” he says, laughing. His laughter fills the space, bright and warm, turning every head nearby. I smile, my heart softening.

As he started gathering the ingredients, Liam couldn't help but ask, "But dad, what topping do you want on your pizza?" Brandon smiled and replied, "I'm thinking of a classic Margherita with fresh basil and mozzarella." Liam nodded eagerly, already imagining the delicious combination of flavors. "Can I have some too?" he asked. Brandon chuckled again to share. "Of course, Liam!"

"I'm Chris' mom, I want to take you to the pizza shop, do you want?" Imagining how good it would be to eat pizza in the afternoon, Lilyana was immediately tempted to comply with her invitation, especially at that time, Lilyana felt very hungry. Pizza might make a really good meal of the day. With so much enthusiasm, Lilyana nodded her head. "Come on!" The two then entered the pizza shop, bought a large box of pizza and ate it there. "Don't you want to eat?" asked Lilyana realizing that her boyfriend's mother didn't order anything, not even just a drink.

Eden felt that it was wrong to cut past the line, but she didn’t care because she wanted to eat that pizza. Gino Sorbillo, the Milan outpost of one of Naples’ best pizzerias, was a stone’s throw from the Duomo. It had the feel of a family-run pizza parlor, although, one that’s incredibly efficient and operates with all the latest technology. There were around a dozen pizzas on the menu, and all of them are crafted with carefully chosen ingredients.

" Yep, I ordered us some Papa Johns. " That's my favorite pizza place, they have amazing cheese sticks which make my mouth water just thinking about them. Their cheese, pepperoni, and customized pizzas are the best. We normally just order the customized pizza with pepperoni, peppers, olives, bacon, and onions. My favorite topping are onions, we order the olives for my uncle though. I don't know how he likes those things. " Coolio. " I get my keys and just as I'm about to head out the door my uncle says " Be back soon we have some news. "

All I could do is remain silent about Caleb. “Why’d untimely order some pizza?” I diverted. “Italia Pizzeria announced that they would only accept order up until 3 P.M. today. They would start renovating their place and they will shut down for a month,” mom emphasized. Italia Pizzeria is where dad proposed to Mom. It’s their favorite place to eat. This centenarian establishment is where the heart of Mom and Dad’s relationship is. Gladly, they’re keeping up with the exacting demands of booming pizza industry.

“Noooooooo. I… muuuussstt… wiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnn…” Dallas and Ivy laughed as they easily beat their frozen companion to the table. Laura gave him a wink and brought over the plates of pizza. Everyone dug into the food, and the room was quiet for a moment. Laura looked over at Ethan's meat-lovers pizza and shook her head. Pineapple was way better. “What kind of pizza is that, Ethan?” Ivy asked, pointing to his pizza. “Meat-lovers supreme,” he replied, his mouth full of cheese and pepperoni. “You want some?”