Potongan Pizza Novels & Stories

I was constantly analyzing his expressions, trying to find the crack in the ice, trying to prove I was worthy of his trust. With Ethan, I could just exist. “You still eat the crust first,” I noted, watching him methodically peel the edge off his second slice before attacking the cheese. He grinned, the familiar, slightly lopsided smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “It’s a fundamental design flaw of pizza. You have to remove the structural weakness before enjoying the core product.” The joke was stupid, but it made me laugh—a small, surprised sound that felt foreign and brittle in my throat. It was the first time I had laughed since I walked out of the penthouse.

“Help yourselves.” Leesa dug into the salad, filling her plate, then passed the bowl to Cali, who took enough to be polite. Caitlin took about the same, while Stacie took almost as much as Leesa. “Pizza's on,” Aunt Janet said, carrying a rectangular wooden cutting board covered with a steaming pizza into the dining room. The aroma of spicy tomato sauce preceded her. “It's Hawaiian style, Leesa's favorite. I hope you girls don't mind ham and pineapple on your pizza.”

When the owner asked them what they were having, Mom yelled at him from across the shop and said, "We'll have two slices of your plain cheese pie! And give us the greasier slices!" Ingrid was completely stunned. When the pizza arrived, it was plain and pale, with a pool of grease in the center. There was no sauce at all, and barely enough cheese to cover the dough. Mom then put one of the slices in the center of the table. "Youngsters like you guys nowadays like romantic stuff, don't you? Here, you can both share this slice and take turns, each taking a bite. This way, you'll get to know each other better and develop feelings for each other much quicker."

She also knew I hated being touched when I was holding something in, so she didn’t reach for my hand or hug me like someone in a movie. She just pushed a garlic knot toward me. I took one. It was the most sensible form of love at the table. My pizza arrived a few minutes later. I moved a slice onto my plate, folded it slightly, and took a bite. Hot. Tomato, basil, mozzarella. Normal. To my left, Al was telling the whale shark about turbulence. Across from me, Gabby ordered Kendra to cut her crust “in royal shape.” Arsen and Tara exchanged a look so full of questions it almost had its own soundtrack.

“Daddy's home!” “How's my girl?” Wyatt squatted down to give her a hug. He lifted her from the floor as soon as her arms wrapped his neck. “Aunt Wiwee and I are making pizza,” she said. “Making pizza?” he asked. Lily spun around and nodded. She, too, had flour all over her apron. “Yes, pepperoni and mushroom pizza, to be exact,” she said. “You're actually right on time. It should be done cooking in about five minutes.”