Princess drove to the pizza shop, the city of Oakland quiet and tucked under a blanket of fog. It was 2am in the morning, the kind of hour where the only people on the road were those with bad intentions or, in her case, those with a seven months pregnant girlfriend.
After giving out Faye's orders, Princess found herself repeating it to the staff strictly, over and over again. She made sure they understood the extra cheese, the specific pickles, and the absolute lack of pineapples. She was doing her due diligence so Faye doesn't have a reason to send her back out into the cold night.
