Adrian POVShe slumped in her seat, groaning softly. “Okay, fine, yes. But I’m not about to eat some overpriced tiny portion that costs more than my rent, so don’t even think about it.”There was something about her—the way she spoke her mind without hesitation—that felt refreshing. Honest. Even when she was embarrassed, she owned it.“Fine,” I said. “What do you want?”“Pizza,” she blurted suddenly, catching me off guard.I glanced at her. “Pizza?”“Yes, pizza,” she said, sitting up straighter, as if daring me to argue. “From Alessandro’s over on Grand Street.”I blinked. Alessandro’s. A hole-in-the-wall Italian place with mismatched chairs and a menu written in smudged chalk. “Alessandro’s?” I repeated, my voice slightly incredulous.She nodded, her confidence unwavering. “Best pizza in the city. Hands down.”“Fine. Pizza it is.” I said, turning the wheel and heading toward Grand Street.The smell of garlic and melted cheese hit me the second we stepped into Alessandro’s, and for a
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