Rebecca and Benjamin reached the villa. She stopped the car but didn’t open the door.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Ah, yeah,” she hesitantly said. “I’m just wondering about the pizzas from Rye’s Pizzas. They smell good, but I’m sure the tomatoes and other ingredients that are added in there are brought up using pesticides, right?”

“Actually, no,” Benjamin quickly said. “The founder of the company has made it a strict policy that only fresh, organic items need to be bought. So, all the grains, vegetables, and fruits were bought directly from the farmers. That’s why I think this company can’t become a bigger one because it’s very hard to supply to a larger scale of customers with the amount of organic food stock they can acquire from the farmers. Quality will have to be compromised if it wants to supply pizzas, let’s say, country-wide or even state-wide.”

“I see…” Rebecca nodded.

“Why are you asking that? Do you want to taste the pizza once?”

“N-Not really,” Rebecca hesitantly said.