I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I only own Dawn, Michael, and Mr. Howell.
Story start
The next day I was back in the pizzeria again making pizza for the lunch rush. I was surprised though when Mr. Howell called me out of the kitchen in an excited voice. I hurried out to see what he wanted when I saw Ms. O'Neil sitting at one of the tables with a slice of supreme pizza in front of her.
"Dawn, Ms. O'Neil wants to talk to you for a bit. She loved the pizza you delivered last night. So take a break, here have some water, and go sit and talk for a while," he said with a happy smile and he passed me a bottle of water before he gave me a little shove towards the table where Ms. O'Neil was sitting.
"Hi Dawn, nice to see you again," she said as I took a seat across from her at the table.
"Nice to see you again too, glad you enjoyed the pizza last night," I said before taking a drink from the bottle of water. "Surprised you aren't running around for the next big scoop in the city," I said lightheartedly and she just gave a laugh and then sighed tiredly.
"Everyone needs a break every now and then. Oh I was wondering, could you make some pizzas and deliver them to my place tonight? Make sure you make them, I heard from Mr. Howell that you are new here but you make great pizza," she said kindly and I just nodded.
"Sure, I can make the pizzas and probably deliver them. I need to talk to Mr. Howell about the delivery part. There is no telling how busy we will be but I will try to deliver the pizzas if you really want me to. You must really love pizza. I've heard from other places that you order pizza almost all the time," I said and her smile grew a little tense before she relaxed.
"Can never get enough of this stuff," she said with a big smile before taking a bite of the pizza.
"Right, well Michael is waving me back to the kitchen so I need to run back to the kitchen. What time do you need me to deliver and how many of what kind do you need?" I said as I pulled a pen and notepad out of my apron pocket. She told me how many pizzas and what kind and size before I made my way back to the kitchen after telling her goodbye.
"Why did Ms. April O'Neil the popular reporter ask to talk to you?" Michael asked me when I entered the kitchen and started kneading some dough.
"Well I delivered a pizza to her house last night and stopped her from hurting herself accidentally with some sai," I answered with a shrug and Michael's eyes grew a little wide.
"Why does she have some sai?" he asked before I tossed the dough into the air.
"I guess she just wanted some to collect. She said she wanted to learn how to use them, but after the short demonstration of her skill with them last night I just told her to collect them," I said and he gave a small laugh.
"Yeah, good call. I know I could never use those things," he said before Mr. Howell called back some orders for us to fill. The lunch rush had begun and we put on our game faces before getting to work at fixing the pizzas and appeasing the lunch rush. People in New York City during lunch are serious about wanting their food.
The rest of the day passed quickly and before I knew it I was making the pizzas for Ms. O'Neil's order. It was hard to make the pizzas when I was starving. My one hour break was taken away since we had a bunch of tourist groups flood the restaurant in the slow hours. Mr. Howell felt bad but he is not a man that turns away money.
Michael was actually able to eat some of his lunch, but I had barely taken a bite of my lunch before I was shoved back into the kitchen to make more pizzas. The delicious aroma of the cheese pizzas cooking in the oven made my stomach growl and Michael sent me a sympathetic look.
"Grab something on the way back from Ms. O'Neil's place," he said and I just shook my head.
"I can't leave you here alone any longer than needed during the night rush," I said with a sigh as I placed a hand on my growling stomach. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I saw Michael giving me a small glare.
"I'll be fine and don't worry about Mr. Howell. He'll understand and none of us need you passing out on us either out there on the streets or in here," he said and I gave a small thankful nod.
"Alright, I'll get something to eat after dropping off Ms. O'Neil's order," I said and we both went back to fixing pizzas. After the last pizza for Ms. O'Neil's order was done, I put all of them into boxes and stuck them in a delivery bag.
"I'm going now for the delivery," I yelled to Mr. Howell while I grabbed the keys to the scooter.
"Be careful," Mr. Howell yelled back before I fought through the crowd and out the door to the scooter.
The drive to the apartment complex took about the same amount of time, but I was definitely running up the stairs faster than last time. I did not want to even risk being late since she ordered more pizza and Mr. Howell would not be happy if he did not get the profit for this order.
"Pizza delivery," I yelled as I quickly knocked on the door. Once again, I heard scrambling around and I knew for sure this time that people were hiding. "No wonder I felt as if more people were looking at me," I thought before Ms. O'Neil opened the door. She also seemed a bit frazzled again and she motioned me to come in after she sent a quick glance behind her. I guess she was making everyone was well hidden. I do not know why people would be hiding though.
"Well like you asked I made these specifically so I hope you enjoy them," I said as I sat them down on the kitchen island again but I froze when I saw a Bo staff stick up from the other side of the kitchen island. A small laugh escaped me before I looked back at Ms. O'Neil. "So you have a bo staff too?" I asked and went to point back at the Bo staff that was peaking up from the other side of the kitchen island, but it was gone. "Wait, where did it go?" I asked as I quickly walked around the little island, but the Bo staff was not there.
"Oh, I don't have a Bo staff. Are you alright?" Ms. O'Neil asked me with money in her hand ready to be handed to me.
"Sorry, I haven't had any lunch or supper yet so I must be making me see things a bit. Well enjoy your pizza and thanks for the order, please order again sometime," I said after she handed me the money. My stomach took that moment to growl when I was almost out the door.
"Dawn wait, have a few slices with me. I don't want you to be driving around on that scooter in the night traffic if you are having a few vision issues," she said kindly as she motioned me to a chair at the small table from the other night.
"I don't want to be a burden," I said and was about to tell her that I could just grab something before going back to the restaurant, but she would not hear no for an answer. My butt was in a chair at the table before I could try to finish explaining why I should just go. Ms. O'Neil was already grabbing me a plate and putting two slices of cheese pizza on the plate so I just decided to take off my helmet.
I set it on the couch that was nearby before thanking Ms. O'Neil for the pizza when she set the plate down on the table in front of me. She grabbed a glass and filled it up with water before setting that down in front of me as well. With a smile on her face, she sat down across from me at the table.
The silence that ensued at first was awkward. I felt a little uptight though since I had that feeling as if I was being watched again in this apartment. "So please tell me you haven't attempting another spin with those two sai?" I asked in a joking manner and Ms. O'Neil laughed before shaking her head.
"Didn't want to risk that again," she said before I looked around curiously. "What is it?" she asked a little tense again.
"Oh sorry, just wondering where the two sai were. I sort of wanted to get a better look at them if that is alright, but if not it's fine," I said with a shake of my head and a sheepish smile. "Shouldn't have asked that," I thought before taking another bite of pizza to keep my mouth shut.
"Oh, um, well I don't know where they are," Ms. O'Neil said before a thump sounded on the couch and then my helmet fell to the floor.
"What was that?" I asked before we both noticed the two sai on the couch. "Those weren't there before," I whispered and Ms. O'Neil became extremely tense.