Page 34 of A Pizza My Heart

Hotdogs. Jazzercize. Need some fries.

She snatches my phone from my hand so quick I don’t have time to react, and I know she’s fooled me again.

Motherfucking shit.

Her eyes fall to the screen, navigating my device like it’s her own. “BecauseI’mpicking your date for tomorrow.” She taps on the LustStruck app and begins swiping through profile after profile. “And for fuck’s sake, wear a different shirt tomorrow, Foster.”

Slice Five

Wren

“Did you really forget to do your laundryagain?”

He smirks. “Nope.”

“You’re telling me you washed all your clothes andstillwore the same shirt you’ve been wearing all week?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s just hilarious at this point.” He closes the menu I know he didn’t even bother to look at and hands it my way. “I’ll have the chicken fingers and fries, please.”

“But this is a pizza place,” his fourth date this week chimes in.

My mouth drops open. “Thank you! That’s what I said!” I can already tell I picked a good one.

“I’m also a little concerned she knows what you’ve been wearing all week long…” she observes.

“Oooh. Have fun explaining that one,” I whisper as Foster’s face pales.

“I-I—inside joke. I come here a lot,” he lies, probably not wanting to reveal the fact that he’s currently on his fourth date for the week.

At the same restaurant.

Wearing the same clothes.

And with the exact same waitress.

He changes the subject effortlessly. “Did you want to split some breadsticks to start?”

“Sure. I’ll also have a slice of the Grilled Cheese Cheeser Pizza, please.” She hands me the menu. “And can you bring me some ranch on the side?”

I point to his date. “I like this one.”

“This one? Uh oh, that implies you’ve brought more than one here,” she says to him.

Foster scowls at me. “That’ll be all.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks,” I tell them, barely holding back my laugh.

I make my way to the computer, punching their order in then heading over to get their drinks together.

“Christ on a cracker. Isn’t this like the fourth one this week?”

Drew stares out at the floor, eyes focused on Foster and his date, whose name I can’t remember for the life of me.

I spent nearly an hour last night scrolling through the app, trying to find a suitable date, and I probably swiped on at least two hundred different profiles.

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