Pizza Segitiga Novels & Stories

he said, relaxed. “Exactly,” Alice nodded. “They are the only restaurant that takes time to slice up all the pizzas and put each flavor in one box. Pretty smart, right?” Alice wiggled her eyebrows, making Simon laugh. “It makes life easier,” He nodded, “But do they taste nice?” “Why don’t you try one and see? Two of them are my favorite.” “Oh?” Simon’s interest piqued. “Taking one of my notes, are you?” “I learnt from the best.” Alice winked.

~~ After cutting the large roasted bell pepper and cheese pizza into equal triangular sizes with a pizza cutter, I move to carefully lift each piece and settle it into the spread of flat ceramic dishes over the island counter. The noise in front has me lifting my head to see Domino and his friends actively watching ‘Pj Mask’ on Disney Junior, and I smile. It’s his first time bringing friends home and since an hour ago they got here, they’ve been keeping the place alive and happening. Asmita’s mom had brought the pizza as a gift when she dropped her off a few minutes ago and the kids have gotten excited to be having such a treat.

I says punching his arms lightly. I kiss his forehead and let him go back to Wren. I walk down just as Mason finishes with the explanation. "Who's hungry?" I ask to hear everybody say 'me'. I laugh and grab my phone. "Can I get twenty large pizzas please. 6 Hawaiian, 4 Pepperoni, 5Veg with extra avo and 5 extra cheese. I also want cheese sticks on the side please." I say. "Pick up. Thank you, bye." I say politely and hang up.

"And I've been craving pizza all day." "Then we're in luck!" Andrew said, leading them to the living room. "I've got pizza from three different places." "Three different places?!" Mason asked, sounding excited. "What kind of pizza did you get?" "I got one that's just cheese and pepperoni, a veggie pizza and one that's really gourmet." Andrew explained feeling a bit proud of himself as he saw Mason's reactions to what he was saying. "Gourmet?" Mason asked, intrigued. "That sounds fancy. And what about the drinks? Are we having wine?"

I led the way to the kitchen and Zara followed me. "What would you like to eat?" Zara asked "Whatever you feel like eating," I say, I did not want to stress her. "I loved the Pizza we ate the other day," Zara said "Should I order one?" I start reaching for my phone. "No, I want to make one and also spice it up a little." She grinned "Spice it up. How?." I was confused. "Pizza and spaghetti." Zara dramatized with her hand. "Pizzaghetti," I asked dumbfounded.

The conversation went thus; Rose had taken a slice of Pizza from the big box of pizza. Pizza was their go to meal any day any time and since they couldn't cook, the fastest way to get a meal was just order pizza from the Pizza Hut restaurant in college and they always delivered early enough. She took a bite from the pizza while Tiffany took a sip from her soda. "I really can't believe you can finish up a whole box of pizza. You could barely finish up a slice up until a month ago. Pregnancy really changes women."

She had a smile on. "Let's sit, I will bring the orange juice." Jasmine said as she opened the boxes of pizza. One for each of them, she brought out the glasses and poured the juice. She was distracted. She couldn't believe it. She sat down and raised her brows. Lily placed the first pizza, the chicken and veggie pizza. It was cheesy, hot and spicy. It's how they liked it, it had been ages but they still shared some things. "How did you get the pizza? I ordered from the place too. And did they mix up the order? I ordered small sizes and yet they delivered big sizes? Jasmine asked out of curiosity but the answer she soon got from her old pal shocked her.

“Don’t have a clue. That’s why I asked you. I’d appreciate you givin’ me a call if you hear anything.” “Same goes.” The food arrived. The waitress said, “Anything else?” Kade said, “Would you mind packagin’ up a couple of them pierogi Sky likes so much?” “No problem.” The waitress smiled at a sleepy Eliza. “I’ll put in a slice of chocolate cake and toss in one of those soft sugar cookies for sweet baby too.” “What’s a pierogi?” Edgard asked. “Meaty, potatoey goodness wrapped up in chewy crust. Domini here, makes the best pierogis this side of Budapest.”

28 We’re at the pizza place around the corner from Susie’s house. A takeaway spot with restaurant ambitions. Checkered tablecloths over plastic surfaces, fluorescent lights swapped out for candles melted into green bottles. The seating is too tight; tables and chairs crammed up against the counter where waiters do the ordering right over your head. The menu is written out in chalk on the blackboard up on the wall. Swirly letters all shaded skew. Margherita, but not like the cocktail.