In a few minutes Anthony’s pizza had arrived and, or course, the cute pizza girl has standing right on his doorstep.

Anthony opened the door, silently payed and tipped well. He always did.

“Hey, haven’t I seen you before?” The cute pizza girl asked. According to her name tag her name was Natalie.

Only every week. Anthony thought bitterly. “Uhm yeah, I think you delivered a pizza for me last week.” He said, politely verbalizing his thought.

“Oh yeah!” She said. “You had the black short haired cat that always sat on the kitchen table.” She said, referring to Mr. Smithers. Natalie was a blond, petite, and very slim. Each characteristic having a different appeal to Anthony.

“Well, it’s his place.” Anthony said quietly, taking a stab at a joke.

She smiled at his small jest. Anthony smiled back. In his brief moment of happiness, a peeling spot of paint on the wall of his apartment re-secured itself to the wall seamlessly.

I told you he isn’t normal.