[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/J2TXR0E.jpg[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180209/1861b93c706c8ba94e4eabeefe3d128b.png[/img] [sub][color=483d8b]Location:[/color] Grimaldi's [color=483d8b]Interacting with:[/color] The Newbie {[@Virani]}, The Junior {[@Hero]}, The Cutie {[@Bee]}, The Regular {[@Fabricant451]}, The Idiot {[@Syn]}[/sub] [hr][hr] [/center] [center][sup]"My favorite foods are things that aren't great to eat, like pizza." ― [b]Stephen Pagliuca[/b][/sup][/center] [b]SOMETIMES CAMERON WISHED THAT SHE DIDN'T WORK AT GRIMALDI'S,[/b] that instead of securing the part-time position at the sultry little pizzeria, she'd have gotten a job at the bodega around the corner or maybe even one of those swanky clothing stores up by Prospect Heights. But eventually she would change her mind, realizing just how good she had it. Because when it really came down to it, Cameron would rather leave work every night smelling like Italian sausage and pizza sauce than work in [i]retail[/i]. Even then, as she cut large slices of pizza and worked the cash register, she knew that it was much better than having to deal with rude ass, posh customers. Her brief encounter with Zoya's [i]ghost[/i] had freaked Cameron out, to say the very least. It had all seemed so real: the younger girl leaning against the counter, her chin resting in the palm of her hand and her usual, cheeky grin plastered on her face. In fact, it had freaked Cameron out so much that she had to step out back for a few moments to regain her composure. Mr. Moretti didn't question it; in fact, he'd taken over for her while she was gone, throwing another couple of pizzas into the brick oven and taking more orders. The moment she stepped back inside, however, he tossed her the apron once more and left her to her work. "I have some business to take care of, [i]solo un po[/i]," the man said as he disappeared into the back, "You can handle things up here until Thor arrives, whenever he decides to make an appearance..." So with that, the apron was back on and Cameron got back into her usual groove: taking orders, making pizzas, receiving money. It wasn't until an unfamiliar young woman with fiery red hair made an appearance at the counter that she said something other than, "may I take your order?" or "that will be fifteen dollars." Cameron raised an eyebrow when the young woman began to speak, slightly taken aback by her thick Scottish accent. [color=483d8b][b]"Ah, a newbie,"[/b][/color] Cameron said with a smirk, handing who she assumed to be the girl's mother the slice that she'd ordered. She looked the girl over once more before cutting another slice of pizza. [color=483d8b][b]"This is one of our best sellers, and also my personal favorite,"[/b][/color] Cameron said as she slid the pizza into the box and held it out to the girl, [color=483d8b][b]"[i]Brooklyn Bridge[/i]. Topped with oven roasted red peppers, ricotta cheese, and Italian sausage. I'll even give it to you for half off, as a welcome gift. Welcome to Brooklyn."[/b][/color] Cameron made a mental note to find out what she could about the new Scottish redhead when she clocked out. Next in line was a pretty decent looking boy Cameron recognized from school, though she couldn't recall his name. She did know, however, that he was at least a year younger than her. Rather than strike up a conversation, Cam simply took the boy's order and money, handing him his pizza as soon as it came out of the oven. After him came Alec Sloane; Cameron grinned like an idiot as she handed him his two slices of pepperoni and sausage. Next up was a familiar face, someone Cameron had not seen since the virus struck Brooklyn. Ellie Duke entered through the door, the bell ringing as she said something about [i]cheese pizza[/i]. Cameron simply shook her head and made sure that she had two slices of pepperoni pizza ready for the young basketball star before even taking her order. [color=483d8b][b]"No need to settle, here's your usual,"[/b][/color] Cameron said as she handed over the warm box. [color=483d8b][b]"And don't worry about it,"[/b][/color] Cameron said when the girl tried to hand her the money, [color=483d8b][b]"I got you, girl. Sorry to hear about your pops. If you need anything, just hit me up, okay?"[/b][/color] Although Cameron didn't speak to Ellie much in school, she did get to know a bit about her afterwards when the young woman would come into the pizzeria for her usual slice of pepperoni. It was absolutely devastating to hear that the virus had taken the life of her father. Before Cameron could open her mouth to say anything further, however, she was interrupted by none other than Thor Jorgensen making his "grand entrance." Cameron couldn't help but roll her eyes as Thor tripped and fell face first into one of the tables. [i]What an idiot.[/i] [color=483d8b][b]"Jorgensen, you're late. Stop fuckin' around and get to work before Mr. Moretti has your [i]ass[/i]."[/b][/color] Thor was one of the newer employees, and certainly not one of Cameron's favorites. He was friendly, sure. But soon Cameron came to realize just how careless and [i]fast[/i] he really was. In her opinion, Mr. Moretti should have hired someone else. As soon as Alec helped the boy up, she threw an apron in his direction, purposely aiming for his face. [color=483d8b][b]"We didn't get any calls yet, so you're stuck making pizzas."[/b][/color] Just as she finished speaking, however, her phone began to vibrate and chime in her back pocket, as did everyone else's. 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