Pita Warna Pink Novels & Stories

With a deep bow, they excused themselves, leaving us alone. “ Have a drink,” Renato offered me. I picked up the orange juice on the table besides me and sipped from it through the straw. “ Why's mine pink? ” I twisted my brows. My glass cup was pink and had floral designs which was odd. “ What's pink? ” They questioned simultaneously confused before spotting my cup. “ Oh, that? Aren't you a girl?” “ What does me being a girl have to do with this?” I frowned. “ Don't all girls love pink?” Renato shrugged.

she said and continued savoring her creamy and cheesy chicken pie. “How about the name?” Her heart rate was erratic as Claire took a moment to remember. He was the only lead she has left to regain her hazy memories from the accident. “Elian? Ellery? Right, Elliot Sphene.” “I hope that’s not a fake name either.” “Hey! He seems polite and not the type to lie their way out.” “Right, not everybody is like me,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. When she saw Claire purse her lips from across her, she smiled. “It’s a force of habit, okay? I’m working on it. Now we can enjoy our lunch.”

The driver opened the door for them, and Pia led her inside with a gentle touch on her arm. They sat at a corner table. The waiter approached with a polite smile. “Good afternoon, Señoras. What would you like to order?” Pia looked at Kathalina. “What do you feel like?” “I don’t know… something light. Pasta, maybe?” “Perfect. Two plates of pasta, one steak, fresh juice, and a bottle of sparkling water,” Pia ordered smoothly. Kathalina raised her eyebrow. “That sounds like a lot.” “You need strength,” Pia said simply, offering a small smile.

-Karen- The pink pixie hopped off my shoulder and patted the table twice. I set the goblet down and sighed. “Each drink's color has meaning.” The little pixie said, catching me off guard. “Clear water to help clear the mind. Wine is the color of passion and green is the color of growth. Not surprisingly, you're a very passionate person who puts others first. But there is a drawback to that- You lack balance and that causes different types of chaos for you.”

When he found out, there were other schools in this area. "One order of passion fruit green tea with rainbow jelly and one order of blueberry cheesecake." When he looked back at what was on the counter his saliva almost dripped. What the fuck ?! Are all men pogi? He can no longer count how many pogi he sees here. "Miss you okay?" She got back in the right mood because the man waved at her. It smiled at him. He smiled at it too. "Please wait a minute and we'll just serve your order." Something reached out to his receipt. He just nodded and went to the table for two next to the glasswall.

' After saying goodbye to Juwan, Cassie staggered to his side, pretending to be unnatural and saying, 'That pink dress is really annoying. At the same time, she immediately noticed that the man around her had set her eyes on herself. Have interesting eyes. She has already made a survey, and Ern Adela hates pink, especially the pink. Rumor has it that when he wears pink, he will be short of breath and breathless. Although it is a legend, it can also prove that he really doesn't like pink. Cassie added another fire when she saw it: 'Pink is not easy to wear a sense of high grade, and it's my favorite lotus root color. It's outrageous.'

Maria’s face scrunches tight in revulsion, I burst out laughing and bits of chips fly out. “That’s disgusting, Tessa.” I pout, she rolls her eyes and points to the table with different nail polish. She skitters to it and returns with two colours. Pink and purple. I hiss when she offers me her hand, eyes narrowed to slits as I pick the purple. Pink is too bright and girly, Maria doesn’t need the extra shine, she is all of that already.

I mumbled inside my head as I began to scoop in my sundae. I frowned when I saw what he had ordered. I even blink multiple times to make sure if I weren't imagining things and if my eyes weren’t playing with me. In front of me was Chayim Neo Fontanilla eating a strawberry flavored ice cream with a big smile on his face. For I know, men dislike any things that will affect their masculinity. For example, when choosing the color of their shirts they will instantly choose darker ones and set aside the lighter ones or more importantly the color 'pink'.

But if my memories serve me right, he had the habit of throwing tantrums over little matters. 'Voglio rosso, argento, oro, blu, rosa, verde' (I want red, silver, gold, blue, pink, green) 'I said color, not colors.' 'Can you delete the black? I hate black.' 'Pick a color already!' 'I just told you,' he stared at me blankly. 'Il colore rosa deve venire con glitter, così come il giallo e l'hmm… arancione! Sì, non dimentichiamo di arancione e mango e ooh, gelso, uva.…' He face palmed himself and sighed. (The pink colour must come with glitter, as well as the yellow and hmm… orange! Yes, let's not forget about orange and mango and ooh, mulberry, grape…)