Outside the Pizza Parlor: Mars/Lear
[The ovens were actually off and cooling. The parlor was recently closed, with the till counted and the air warm with yeast and oregano. The lights were on, but she locked the doors for now, Mars chose to wait outside after sending the message to Lear. She had on some casual waitressing get-up, red corduroy shorts and a yellow cotton tee that boasted the pizza parlor's name across the front in bubbly, 1960's lettering. There were also white bobby socks and a high ponytail that looked straight out of some Norman Rockwell painting. The entire thing was not a look, and Mars was wracking her brain about that while she waited outside to see whether Lear showed up or not. He could be all talk. Then again, so could she.
But no. No way. Mars has made her mind up about it. She didn't care what Hannah had said about waiting to be in love. Mars didn't put much weight in love, even if it was nice for fairy tales and movies, she didn't think that it was something real life allowed for. Her parents marriage and her sister's were evidence enough, even if known only through secondhand stories. Besides, who had the luxury to wait? Her new kidney was still less than a year old, there was still the possibility of rejection. She'd never expected to live for very long, she didn't know how to start now. So what if Hannah wanted her to find some prince in polished sheep's wool? Mars, she'd been deceived all of her life; she preferred the wolf with an honest baring of fangs.]