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The same van had been parked outside of Hitotoki Pizza for the past few days.
It was weird, it was suspicious, and it creeped Mutsko out. Her and her brothers had talked about getting whoever owned it to leave, they had been getting a few complaints from customers. The person left sometimes but always returned within two or three hours. They thought about calling someone to get it towed, but also didn’t really want to do that to someone who might be homeless or something, it just felt wrong. So they decided to leave it for now until they could talk to them.
It was around closing time and Mutsko was just tired, it had been a long day.
She finished closing up the rest of the restaurant. All she needed to do now was turn the lights off, then eat an order that was sent back because of a mistake, she’d saved it because it was one of her favorites. It was almost done heating back up in the oven.
But when the place went dark, she noticed something outside. A light coming from that ugly van, and… was the trunk open?
Her family had all checked in for the night, she was on her own.
She just wanted to talk to them. They were probably just some hobo whose mortgage got too much. They might not be from around here, maybe they just have no idea of the local culture and just assumed parking here was fine. Mutsko also knew that they sometimes had people
“visit” because of something her family had done. She didn’t want some poor guy to get caught up in all that.
Walking outside, it was cold, but more odd was the noticeable smell of something kinda sweet. Like…. pancakes.
As she walked closer, the person came into view, the light from the car illuminating him. He was tall and muscular, noticeably shirtless. He was buff but not like sports buff, he didn’t actually look like he played sports. He looked buff just for the sake of being buff, she doesn’t know why this is what she got from the guy, she just did. He had long blonde hair that went down past his shoulders, even in the low ponytail he sported. It looked like it was a high pony at one point but loosened over time. He was softly humming to himself. He looked to be about her age.
“Hey man, whatcha doing?”
The guy flinched and swung his head to look at her. He softened slightly when he saw her, he seemed to have just been startled by her sudden presence. When she looked a bit closer she realized he was indeed making pancakes out of his trunk on a portable stove.He didn’t respond, instead he used the chopsticks he was flipping the pancakes with to put one of the finished pancakes on a plate and held it out in front of her.
“You want one?”
“No you definitely drugged that”
He shrugged and picked up the pancake.
“Your loss"
He looked back at her
“Nice dress by the way. I’m guessing you work for that pizza place?”
“Ya, my family owns the place”
“Business going well?”
“Would be better if you moved your damn van and stopped weirding out our customers. We’ve been getting a shit ton of complaints”
“Sorry ‘bout that man. I’ll get going in the morning. Thanks for not calling the police or anything”
Mutsko looked over at his sad pancakes, he’d only made two. Was that all he had for dinner?
“Hold on a minute, I’ll be back in a sec, stay right there”
“Wasn’t planning on leaving immediately"
She left and came back with the leftover pizza she was planning on having that night, it was hot.
She put it in a takeout box and handed it to him. He looked taken aback.
“The hell’s this for?”
“For leaving without forcing me to kick your ass”
“Sucks I missed out on that. Thanks for the pizza though”
“Yah yah, just make sure you’re out of here by mourning”
“Will do princess pizza”
Glad she solved that problem, Mutsko walked back to the restaurant. She needed to get to bed, she had an early morning tomorrow. She looked back at the van and heard the trunk close.
What a weird guy.
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