Faith looked over at him and broke into another smile. "Don't forget the pepperoni." She shook her head in agreement. "Yeah. People like that....just can't trust someone who tries to make pizza some kinda health thing. Doesn't work."
They even seemed to walk at the same general pace. It seemed like only minutes before they reached the pizza parlor, and she headed in with him. Again she scanned whoever was in there - it was a small place, the kind probably owned by some Italian family, which she liked, 'cuz they always had the best pizza.