Seven Floors Down, Seven Years Back
The shop offered pizza and breadsticks at a bargain, both of which I loved.
Usually, I'd stick to just one type of pizza per day, along with breadsticks. But today, I got two different pizzas and dug in happily.
Magnus walked in after me, immediately coughing at the heavy scent of grease. He pinched his nose as he sat across from me.
"You actually eat here?" he asked, clearly shocked.
I nodded, telling him it was delicious.
He remained quiet for a while, his frown deepening before he sighed. "Rosa's living the dream abroad. She gets 300 thousand dollars a month to blow and spends her time shopping."
Hot Chapters