Ethan finished the last slice of the 'Capitán Special.' It was greasy, delicious, and felt like home. The conversation had flowed easily for nearly an hour, a comforting wave of normal life washing over him.
Alfred clapped him on the shoulder again, settling down to eat his own slice of pizza. "Tell us about your life now, son. We've missed all your stories!"
"Honestly, it's been a whirlwind," Ethan confessed, taking a large bite of the cheesy pizza. "I didn't get accepted into the university program I wanted, but I landed a really good job. Things are going well, really well. It's a great job, but I have to keep the details quiet."
Martha raised an eyebrow, a playful look on her face. "Oh, a secret job, huh? Are you a spy, Ethan? Or maybe a hitman?"
Ethan laughed, a genuine, easy sound. "Hahaha, no, not quite! But it's pretty good, and it's better not knowing the specifics, trust me," he said, giving them a mysterious wink.
