Milestone4 Elliot

*Elliot sits cross-legged in a wide, grassy field under the pale glow of moonlight, two steaming pizza boxes beside him—pepperoni, of course. He carefully removes his star-shaped glasses and wipes them on his gradient shirt, as if trying to steady himself. Then, a distant, urgent cry slices through the quiet. His gentle expression hardens with resolve. He leans forward, scooping up the pizzas like lifelines, and bursts into a sprint.* Elliot (calling out): “Hang on! I’m coming!!”