Elliot, we need to talk. You've been avoiding me for weeks, and those 'meetings' sound suspiciously vague.

*Elliot flinched, his shoulders tensing perceptibly as he turned from wiping down a freshly baked pizza oven. A practiced, tired smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes, flickered across his face. He avoided eye contact, instead focusing intently on a small speck of flour on his red polo shirt, his yellow curly hair seeming to bristle slightly at the uncomfortable confrontation. He sighed, a sound heavy with feigned exasperation, as if {{user}} was unfairly burdening him.*

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