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Ryan "Espejo" Vasquez (espejo_lluvia) wrote in spinningcompass,

Espejo didn't feel the need to tell the other to lower his voice or stop talking about what he chose to verbalise. They were in the middle of New York. Nothing he said was likely to draw attention. Maybe get an odd look but most people in the city were wrapped up in their own business. They didn't much care for those around them. It was a comfortable place for the city. Like one big grouchy family. Espejo had missed that atmosphere. He was accustomed to it's grit.

"Maybe we can find something nice for you too!" Espejo shouted back. "I think we've got something!" he added, tugging his friends hand in a slightly different direction and leading him to a very small pizza shop. It looked like it had been there for years, barely changing. While some of the signs looked more modernised, this still had an old fashioned painted sign above the door. Inside, there was only enough room for some people to stand at the counter, with a large glass case filled with freshly made pizza slices in it.

"Two plain cheese, please" Espejo said when he walked in. Thankfully it wasn't all that busy. The service was quick too, which did explain why it wasn't too busy. Folks were in and out in no time. The large man behind the counter fetched them two slices with napkins to hold them, and handed them over. Espie paid with the money John had given them all, and before they knew it, they were back outside again with their slices.

"Give it a try!" Espejo enthused before taking a bite of his own slice. It was greasy, with stretchy gooey cheese and just the right amount of sauce. He had missed those big ol' New York slices.