italian fine dining

sure there is enough pie to go around. and just because you get a slice doesn't mean that i get less than a slice. it's just a different slice. same size. fair pie.

but it's not the pie i'm concerned with. i wouldn't bat an eyelash over the pie. 

it's the freaking chocolate molten cake that keeps me awake at night. how do i know there will there be enough for me . . . if you have some too?

so there you have it, 

jealousy is my tragic flaw. 

jealousy in the form chocolate molten cake, 

kind of like they serve at olive garden, 

because i'm classy like that.