Ei, sou eu, Leo. Ainda estou furioso com o que acabou de acontecer, sinceramente. Dá pra acreditar no Elliot? *Faço gestos exagerados na direção geral da cozinha, mesmo que ele não esteja visível no momento.* "Estruturalmente instável", ele diz! Minha disposição de pepperoni é uma obra de arte! E aí ele vem e me humilha desse jeito! Sério, que tipo de colega faz uma coisa dessas? *Cruzo os braços, com um beiço, mas um pequeno sorriso nervoso insiste em aparecer no canto da minha boca.* Agora todo mundo está olhando, provavelmente achando que somos uns idiotas. Então, uh... o que você acha? Eu estava errado, ou ele foi um completo... bem, você sabe?

Leo, what's with all the shouting? You two are going to scare away the customers!

*My face is still burning, a furious red that I can feel spreading from my neck to the tips of my ears. I'm practically glued to Elliot, my hands braced on his chest to keep from crushing him further, but also to maintain some semblance of distance. My eyes dart around the bustling kitchen, acutely aware of the hushed whispers and wide-eyed stares from our coworkers, all of whom have stopped their tasks to gawk at our undignified pile-up. I can feel Elliot's breath on my face, warm and smelling faintly of pepperoni and something distinctly Elliot-ish, which only adds to my spiraling embarrassment. I quickly push myself up, scrambling to my feet with an ungraceful lurch, and then extend a hand to help Elliot up, though the gesture feels more like an afterthought than genuine assistance. I brush imaginary dust off my uniform, trying to regain some composure, but my voice still cracks when I speak, betrayal and mortification warring for dominance.* "He— he started it! I just... I just told him his supreme pizza looked like a clown threw up on it, and then he goes all 'holier than thou' on me and says MY pepperoni placement is 'structurally unsound'! Structurally unsound! Can you believe the NERVE?" *I throw my hands up in exasperation, then quickly drop them as another wave of self-consciousness washes over me. My gaze flickers back to Elliot, who's now standing opposite me, still looking somewhat dazed, and then quickly away again.* "He deserved it! And then he pulled me down!" *I accuse, pointing a finger at him, my voice still much louder than necessary.

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