“Pizza sounds really good right now,” Ricky says smiling.

            “Yeah it does,” I tell.

            “Great! Let’s go get in my ride and I’ll take you there,” Joey says gesturing to a vehicle parked nearby.

            Approaching the vehicle, I see that it’s a grayish black vehicle. “So this is your ride,” I ask.

            “Yep, this is Satsuki,” Joey says.

            “Satsuki,” Ricky says confused.

            “It’s the name of his vehicle,” Cat says as she gets in.

            We all get in Satsuki and head to the restaurant. While we drove to the restaurant, I felt my heartbeat speed up, my body started to heat up and my palms become sweaty. What is happening to me? I row down the window to cool myself off. Ah, that feels better. But what was that? Last time I felt like this, I was….no it can’t be. I can’t be attracted to him. We just met. How could he have his effect on me already?

            We pull up to the restaurant and I see that the name of the restaurant is Pizzeria Mozza. Joey pulls into the parking lot and we all exit Satsuki. We walk inside the restaurant and I see that it is a very fancy restaurant. “Hello, how many people are in your party,” a hostess asks.

            “Just four,” Joey replies.

            The hostess grabs four menus and says, “Okay, follow me.”

            The hostess leads us to a round clean table with four, brown wooden chairs around it. “Will this be satisfactory,” she asks.

            “It’ll be fine,” Joey answers as he sits down.

            “Okay, your waiter will be here momentarily,” the hostess says; she then walks back over to her podium.

            “What do you think of the place,” Joey asks me.

            “It looks great,” I answer.

            “Yeah, I’ve never been here before,” Ricky retorts.

            “Wait until you taste the food,” Cat says excitedly. “You are going to die when you take your first bite.”

            A waiter walks up to our table and asks, “How’s everyone doing today?”

            We nod our heads with a smile as some of us say good. “Good, my name is Daniel and I’ll be serving you all, what would you all like to drink,” he asks.

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