Serina
Our food eventually arrived, and it was pizza, and a few other food items. Some of them weren’t in the mood for pizza, so they got stuff like lasagna and macaroni, which was fine I suppose. I guess pizza just wasn’t everyone’s favourite.
That, however, did not stop them all from guilt-tripping me into giving them a slice of mine. I should have just endured the cold of the lake, because now I have to hear stuff like “It’s the least you could do to compensate me for going through that trauma alone.” Courtesy of Alex, of course. I did feel bad, and she did have a point, but why ask me to share my pizza, when she could have just ordered a small one?
Not that it mattered, missing one or two slices of pizza for forgiveness was a good deal, even if it meant that I could not have a few e
