#CHAPTER 142: Slice

Sarah POV I rejoined Melissa in her press tour promoting beta and gamma education at Cavendish University, which meant we ended up sharing a dorm room. It was a very nice dorm room, of course, but still, when we decided to order pizza, we had to laugh at the number of options available, from the university’s own food court-style cafeteria to vegan pies across the street. We could have gotten our own rooms, of course, but we both wanted company, lying on our beds with our food and ignoring our phones for a while. “How can you like anchovies?” Melissa demanded, looking at my loaded medium-sized pizza. “They’re salty bits of yum,” I replied. “Besides, you ordered yours with no cheese. It’s not even really a pizza at all.” “The cheese makes it too greasy,” she said primly then took a monster-sized bite to make me laugh. “So, you think the videos are a good idea?” I asked. “I think it’s excellent. You just need a good channel name.” “You sound like my publicist,” I grumbled.