𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖟𝖎@michaelcurzi• almost 4 years ago

“What’s your name?” I asked her. “Fresh baked pizza,” she told me. “What a strange name for a woman.” My heart thrummed. I couldn’t believe my luck. Her expression was warm, but cautious, as though she wasn’t sure how I’d react. “I’m no woman,” she said finally. “I am a pizza