A lot of folks just didn't get it.
It wasn't that Dante's favorite food was pizza, though that had a lot to do with how all this had started. It wasn't that he particularly liked the parlor's outrageous prices. Not that he paid or anything.
Nope, Dante ordered pizza EVERYDAY, because the pizza girl was FINE.
He liked to watch her saunter out the front doors of his shop with a fine pink blush spread across her cheeks because he'd been teasing her again.
Combat boots landed on the desk with an audible thud, as the devil hunter lifted a slice to his lips.
God he loved pizza.