Novel & Cerita Pink Sandwich

She seems happy, that's good. OMG he brought corned beef and pastrami sandwiches from Jake's Delicatessen, I Love Their Food! I'm tearing my sandwich up, but he seems sad, did he not like it? I mean like it's JAKES! Their food is de-fucking-licious, who doesn't like juicy, flavorful beef sandwiches!? If he didn't want to eat the same thing that he bought for me he couldn't just gotten something else. He didn't have to sacrifice for me, now I'm kinda worried so I ask him,

Kaivan asked enthusiastically. "Panini sandwiches," Anne replied. She then placed a sandwich on Kaivan's plate, inviting her husband to taste it. "I hope you like it. It's still warm." Kaivan nodded. He picked up a knife and fork, slowly savoring the food that had been specially prepared for him. Panini itself is a sandwich originating from Italy. It usually uses whole bread that's grilled. The bread is then horizontally cut and filled with slices of processed meats like salami, mortadella, or prosciutto along with cheese, tomato slices, and tuna.

“So bright.” Price took a huge gulp of soda and washed down his bite before responding. “It’s a Reuben strudel sandwich. Corned beef, pastrami, swiss cheese, and sauerkraut. This place makes the best ones ever.” He picked up an orange crinkle cut fry and shook it at her. “Try the fries.” Kylee didn’t need to be told twice. She could hardly wait to see what they tasted like. “This is the best food ever.”

I reply lifting my pinky finger up to him. Sinner grabs my pinky and kisses it lightly. I know we are on the same page them. "I'll go make sandwiches for us," I mutter as I lead the way. The men join us and watch how I prep the sandwich ingredients. I wanted ham lettuce and egg in them, and a cream made from mayonnaise and ketchup. "Nothing beats my sandwiches," I say happily as I start digging the fridge for the ingredients. I notice the banter from the men has died down so I ask teasingly, still removing lettuce from the fridge.

"This is okay, although ask Susan to add some more mint to the sauce." Adam nodded and pushed that dish aside, bringing some more closer. "Try these. I think Susan is picking some new recipes nowadays." Fernando nodded in agreement as he took a bite of the sandwich. It was a vegan option. He winced. The sandwich was great and all but he was a meat guy. "It's great." "If it's so great then why is your face like that?" Adam asked chuckling and Fernando glared at him. "There's no meat." He simply said and frowned at his phone. Why wasn't she here here yet?

“I brought something for the boring eater.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a pre-made sandwich. He handed it to me as I took it into my fingers like it was gold. Thank goodness I didn’t have to eat the nasty Spam. “You are missing out though,” Preston said as he sliced up his Spam and placed it on his bread. I shook my head as I unwrapped my sandwich. “I’m pretty positive I am the winner in this.” I looked up at him as he took a bite of his sandwich. “Thank you.”

“Okay, I told you something embarrassing about me. Now you have to tell me something about you.” “Okay, okay.” I laughed. “I never tell anyone my favorite sandwich because people think it’s really weird. But I have a guilty pleasure for peanut butter, bacon, and banana sandwiches.” “Seriously?” Luke stared at me wide-eyed. “I know, it’s really weird.” I put my hands on my face in mock embarrassment. “No, it’s just crazy because it’s my favorite sandwich too. I’ve never met anyone else that eats them.” I laughed. “Wow, that’s a crazy coincidence. I don’t even remember how I came up with it, but I’ve been eating it for years.”

“A natural pink, or a color not too bright if you have it. Just something pretty and feminine.” “Okay, we can do that.” I smile broadly. “Can I also have a toasted sandwich?” I am starving already and I don’t want to look like a pig on my date. I fumble around with the menu. “Um.” I scan the choices. “A club sandwich, if that’s okay?” “Yes, no problem. That will be about ten minutes.” “Thank you.” I hang up, and with a twirl of happiness I flop onto the bed.

I stuttered and watched him. “She is going to have a club sandwich with bacon, chicken, lettuce, cucumber, and tomato, no fried eggs and she will have fries too with ketchup and a glass of Pepsi.” He said and I just sat there staring at him. He was ordering the exact same thing I ordered the last time we came here. “Nathaniel,” I called. My voice was barely above a whisper but he heard me anyway. “What? You don’t want that? That’s weird. I remember you ordered the same thing the last time we came here.”

And the colors are soft pastels, which I researched and know are the Senator’s favorites. Senator Hamilton is a down-to-earth kind of man. He never lived beyond his means. I tried to cater an event to his tastes, filled with flowers and natural displays. “Golden scones, can you imagine? That would be so much better than these beat up old lanterns.” Thea continues. “And the food. Who made this selection? Cold cut sandwiches. So uninspired.” They are more than cold-cuts thrown together. They are specially prepared sandwiches brought in from Senator Hamilton’s favorite lunch restaurant.