After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession
It felt human, grounded, a little chaotic, everything my life usually wasn’t.
“This looks fun,” she said as we walked in. “I don’t want to eat junk, but… fun might win.”
I chuckled, leading her to the pizza counter.
We decided to share one pizza.
On my half, I built my usual pepperoni lineup, stacking ingredients with precision.
On her half, she crafted a chicken-based masterpiece with minimal cheese, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration.
She looked almost childlike in that moment, disarmed and genuine.
When we were done, the staff slid the pizza into the massive oven, the flames licking the crust with a soft glow.
Bab Populer