Lucy Martin<br/>Tag: Dylan Murphy<br/>Location: A Little Slice<br/>Time: Late evening<br/><br/>Her shift was a normal shift, and yet Lucy’s feet didn’t touch the floor all night. Everyone who saw her said she looked different, that she was glowing. ‘Am I,’ She thought. ‘Am I glowing because of him?’ As the day lulled on, she knew every second was bringing her closer to him once more. She thought about what had happened in the elevator and how understanding he was. She couldn’t help but wonder had she made the right choice. Someday the right man will come along. That’s what she had always told herself. What if the day had come where the right one had come along? ‘What will he think?’ It was the only thing that weighed on her mind when she had a moment to herself.<br/><br/>The night became busy as the sun went down. Something about the night brought out more people. The faces all blurred together, meaningless to her tonight. There was only one face she wanted to see, one face that made her heart beat faster, that made her think about taking that huge step she hadn’t yet. That same face also made her nervous because she didn’t know exactly how she would tell him what she knew he deserved to know.<br/><br/>The voices all seemed to rise. Evening chatter, the busy night, became louder and louder, but as soon as she heard his voice, everything else fell silent. A smile spread across her face. “Well now, we have our usual pies, and the pasta dishes are extremely..saucy..and I personally think they melt in your mouth. They’re so..creamy..and the pasta slides down your throat filling you with..warmth. Personally I recommend it, but our pies do fit right in your hand. No need for any utensils. You just..eat it. Pepperoni is good. A little on the spicy though, but something tells me you could handle it. So tell me, is there anything I can get you?”