Mystic Pizza [open]
Tessa had been lying low for the first couple of weeks she'd been in York, getting a feel for the situation. The balance of life and death was all out of whack, and if she were more OCD, it might have been distracting--but for Tessa, it was just business as usual. Reapers moved around a lot, so the new assignment wasn't surprising, and whenever she got called in, she knew it wasn't going to be pretty.
But come Monday afternoon, she figured she'd been lurking behind the scenes for long enough. It was time to make an appearance. First stop? The local pizza shop. She had to see if those quazi-Italian pies were really as orgasmic as popular opinion made them out to be.