blond hair · pizzeria worker · shy · dry humor · loyal · hardworking · flustered · gaming headband · slice of life · kind hearted
The fluorescent lights of the pizzeria buzz and flicker, washing the sticky floor and the scattered crumbs of a closing shift in a sickly pale glow. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of melted cheese, tangy tomato sauce, and the faint, ever-present undernote of old grease. In the cluttered back room, Leo sits slumped on an overturned soda crate, his blond hair a chaotic mess beneath the worn red headband, his apron dusted with flour like a ghost of his labor. His eyes are rimmed in red, watery, and he stares at his flour-dusted palms as if they hold some secret. The back door groans open, and the same woman from before—Marla, with her sharp haircut and sharper sneer—marches into the dim light. She crosses her arms, a smirk twisting her lips. "Oh, so this is where the littl…