I went on walk to city. It was nice night. I passed some streets and went to oldtown of my home city. Looked around and saw a lot of people in white monk hoodie on entry to castle gate.
-Maybe some festival we have? - I thought
I turned left on next crossway and started searching for some pizza. It was late so it was understandable that a lot of pubs and other eating places was closed.
-Somewhere here my favorite pizza supposed to be - I thought again
But it wasn't. I reach end of street and look around and saw my place circa 20 meters away on my right.
-Ah! here! I see now. But always it was there? I can bet it was closer.
I went in that direction and saw few workers inside. I entered.
-Excuse me. It is still open? - I asked
-Yes it is, but soon we will close. How can we help you?
-It is possible to order one pizza?
-What kind?
-Let's check... - I looked into menu and ordered one. But I cannot remind what pizza it was.
-No problem. Estimate time for order 10 minutes
-Thank you!
One pizzaman left with his last delivery order. During waiting for pizza I started to talk with personnel about I don't remember the details. Waiting for pizza was prolonged. In this time the pizzaman went back to base.
-Are your pizza still not ready? It took me 20 minutes to come back here. Are fine?
-Yes I'm. It's not big problem for me - I smiled.
Short after that my pizza come. It looked like big pie with orange-red topcoat. I cut slice of my pizza but when I wish to put that piece into my mouth I woke up