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I do not know why I'm on such a tangent lately except it's fun.

Ruining Pepperoni

The Question

The first time she saw it, well, saw it clearly, well, before she saw it clearly, Frances Faye Fugleman had gone right ahead and embarrassed herself.

And . . .

"Dom?"

. . . him as well.

But . . .

"Yeah?"

. . . it had worked out alright in the end.

"I was wondering,. . ."

Better than alright.

". . . well, um . . ."

She hadn't meant to.

Embarrass either of them.

"I was wondering . . . if I . . ."

But, for everything that had already happened, . . .

". . . could see, um, . . ."

. . . she is still her.

". . . your pepperoni?"

And he is Dominic.

Dom.

Dom, staring at her.

In the middle of the afternoon.

There in the living room of her shared apartment, thankfully abandoned by her roommates, off on some weekend long jaunt that she had bowed out of.

Just to be . . .

"You . . ."

. . . here.

". . . did you . . ."

With him.

Him.

Dom.

Face shocked and bewildered.

Maybe slightly amused.

Looking down.

". . . did you just refer to my . . .

And then back up.

". . . did you just call it . . ."

And finally speaking.

". . . a 'pepperoni'?"

And she blushes even worse than she already was.

Count yourself lucky.

Bursts into embarrassed giggles.

I could have called it a 'hard salami'.

Covering her face with a thin, shaking hand.

"I . . ."

Putting it back down.

". . . it . . ."

And he's just as aghast.

" . . . well . . ."

And she laughs and he laughs.

And she bursts into explanation.

"I like pizza, okay? It's my safe place. Plus, the shape is the same, well, generally . . ."

And Dom's perfect bone structure she loves is partially hidden as he facepalms himself in bemusement now.

And Fran, embarrassed and amused herself, has decided she is committed to this course of action anyway.

"I . . . I didn't really look before because, well, I was a little, a lot, overwhelmed . . . I just couldn't . . ."

It's okay, it's okay, it's Dom.

And then she pauses, bites her lip and . . .

"So . . . can I?"

. . . asks again.

Dom removes his hand from his face and the edges of his ears are so red but he's smiling and he's amused and he loves her . . .

Apparently-

. . . so it's . . .

"Yes. You can see my pepperoni. If you want to."

. . . okay.

And she nods, takes a deep breath and . . .

"Okay. Yes. Thank you."

. . . watches him flash amused disbelief . . .

"You're . . . you're welcome, Fran."

. . . before seeming to just embrace and accept the whole thing as Fran . . .

It's okay. He knows how I am. He likes me the way I am. He told me. It's okay. He loves me.

. . . being Fran.

Yes, another one.

And it's a mix of things.

Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you enjoy! :D