Sometime later that night, we're both trying to pretend like everything's normal again.
"What would you like for dinner?" Alex asks me.
I shrug. "I could eat anything."
"I don't have much food here. But there are some nice places within walking distance."
"What do you mean by 'nice'?" I ask. I glance down at my T-shirt and jeans. "I'm not sure I brought the proper wardrobe for the restaurants you're used to. I don't suppose you'd be down for ordering a pizza? There must be some good pizza places around here."
"Actually, I don't know," he says. "It's been a while since I've had pizza."
I eye him suspiciously. "How long is 'a while'?"
He shrugs. "A year or two."
I gape at him. "A year? How have you survived that long without pizza?"
"There are plenty of delicious places - "
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