She took the piece of paper which was a scrap from one of her discarded resumes and memorized the address. "I can lie", Jane admitted. "I mean, it wouldn't be a bad lie. I can totally handle waiting tables". Naïve Jane believed this to be true, despite the inescapable fact she had never waited on tables in her life and had no idea what she was in for. "I'd really appreciate any help". It was funny how when she opened the door Jane had been annoyed by Peter and thought of him as a bit of dick but now she was glad he barged into her apartment.
Through this young man Jane might actually be able to get a job and stop worrying about her money running out. It never occurred to Jane that her helpful neighbor could be full of shit. She preferred to be optimistic and believe what he was telling her. "Thank you so much. Huh? Oh yeah, the pizza". Jane jumped up from the couch and hurriedly walked to the oven. Peter was right, it smelled like it was done and if she did get it out soon it would be on verge of burning. The oven door let out a blast of heat as Jane opened the door and she waited a second before reaching in with an oven glove and gingerly pulling out the pain. "Oooo, that's hot". The cheap dollar store oven mitts were not the best for protecting hands from heat as Jane was steadily learning.
Almost everything she had in the kitchen had come from dollar or thrift stores. The only exception would be the baking pans as Jane had wisely splurged on quality cooking pans but forks, knives, plates, cups and more were all courtesy of Family dollar. Like the pizza cutter she reached for in the drawer and forced her use her strength just to cut through one slice. Either this crust is tough or this cutter is shit, she silently grumbled before tossing it in the sink and grabbing a knife. Turned out it was indeed the cutter.
"How many slices do you want?" It was only a small pizza but Jane figured she could get six nice size slices out of it. "Man, I'm really glad you dropped by to bitch me out over the pigeons. Between the possible job and helping me eat this pizza, you're turning out to be handy to have around", Jane joked. Putting the slices on the plates, she turned off the over and turned to return to the living room. "Here you go. Careful, try not to burn your mouth".