Page 132 of Tobias

“Me too,” Mario says when he comes over, giving me a wave. “I hear the ovens are working.”

“Ovens? We have ovens?” I ask.

“Emmet redid the menu,” Mario explains. “Added a few new things. Bought a fancy pizza oven.”

“Pizza sounds so good,” Johnny says with a grin.

“But no pineapple,” Greyson says in a teasing tone.

“Hey!” I shout, pointing at him. “That’s rude.”

He chuckles as Johnny leans over to give me a fist bump. “Pineapple on pizza lovers unite.”

I laugh as Greyson throws his arm around Johnny, kissing his temple. “There’s always one,” he comments, and it makes my stomach drop.

Maybe that’s the universe’s weird way of telling me that things with Theo and I never would have worked. There’s never two pineapple-on-pizza lovers in a relationship.

“Not true!” Benton announces. “Ilovepineapple on pizza.”

Johnny’s eyes go wide, and then he gives Greyson a playful shove.

“Two on one,” Johnny says with a laugh.

“Sounds familiar.” Greyson rolls his eyes, looking at Benton. “Brat.” He says it so quietly I hardly hear it, but I do see the way Benton’s cheeks turn pink. I look away, knowing I’m not supposed to be paying attention to their intimate little scene but… I don’t know. If they can makethatwork, can’t I make something work with Theo?

No, this isn’t about me making it work. Theo is the one who messed up. He needs to figure it out.

He’s trying.

Fuck off.

I finish my drink and stand.

“What kind of pizza am I ordering?”

They all shout different things at the same time.

“Pineapple!”

“Bacon!”

“Pepperoni!”

“Extra cheese!”

“Okay, okay,” I say. “Is there anything you alldon’tlike? That’ll probably be easier.”

“Mushrooms.”

“Anchovies.”

“Pineapple!” Greyson shouts with his hands cupped around his mouth, and we all laugh.

“I think I got this handled,” I say, then go to the bar.

“Hey, Tobias,” Pete greets.

“I hear there’s a pizza oven?”

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