The New Topping Novels & Stories

he recited, looking down at her. But, she did not reply and just ignored him as he pissed her off a while ago at the breakfast. He arched his eyebrow because of the attitude she was showing towards him. "I see. You're still holding grudges. Fine," he mumbled, and put his hands across his chest and looked away, but did not leave his place. "I will not buy you pizza while you are reviewing. Because I heard there's a new Pizza Hut nearby and their bestseller is mozzarella flavor with thin crust. That must be delightful. Ice cream would be nice too while reviewing so, you can memorize everything. Then, spaghetti, chicken burger, and bucket of chicken," he announced, provoking her.

As I was saying, the New Year is the most important celebration of the year, so there is a lot to do on our first date. Brightly colored kites fly above us in a clear blue sky, a steering wheel clicks from a beautifully decorated palette, children squeal as one of their blindfolded friends tries to put various pieces on a body similar to putting the tail to the donkey ... Even the adults are busy throwing dice in a board game. But what in all this activity catches my attention? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Mochi!

"I want Rainbow, Cotton Candy, and Birthday Cake!" Emma chuckled as she gently guided the girls. "You can’t have everything, Bella. But you can each pick two flavors, and we’ll get a small topping bar on the side, alright?" she said. The girls squealed again. Zoe chose Cotton Candy and Birthday Cake, pointing excitedly at the sprinkles and edible glitter, while Bella went for Rainbow Sherbet and S’mores Delight. The ice cream chef, a tall man with a neat apron and a cap covering his head, scooped each cone with carefulness, letting the girls watch the colors swirl together.

"Pardon?" "You've not added pineapple!" He exclaimed. I made a disgusted face. His eyes widened in disbelief, "You don't use pineapple as a pizza topping?" "Ew, no." "You need to try it, Chip. It's awesome." He said, taking out a pineapple from the fruit bowl. "Hey, what are you doing? Put that back." I furrowed my brows. "I am not adding pineapple to my pizza! And aren't you supposed to put the toppings after it's done?"

“ Me, too. So, why don't we go to the same place to eat lunch. My treat for the new personal assistant of the Tiger.” Edward insisted and everyone laughed happily. “ Okay.” They all agreed. As the elevator door opened, they happily get out and went together to Greenwich. “ What shall we order, guys?” Edward looked at them happily. “ Why don't we order two large pizza's that has 4 different toppings ? ” Tiffany suggested. “ That's right. Then, let's add some bundle fries and fried chicken. “ Hannah eagerly added. “ What else do you like to order, Miss Artates? “ Edward stared at Danielle with

“Just overwhelmed.” He nodded, relieved, then reached into the small paper bag he was holding. “I brought you something. You didn’t eat yesterday and probably skipped breakfast too.” He placed a sandwich, an energy drink, and a shiny little pack of sweets on my desk. I blinked at the last one. *NY RushBurst – Manhattan Mint Edition.* The sleek blue wrapper shimmered under the light. I'd seen the ads, it was the new trend in the city. Supposed to keep people awake for 24 hours straight.

Gordon stated without looking at her, his voice low. Chloe hadn't even finished the side she was working on. “It will have it, sir. I’m torching the final edge last, for maximum crunch.” He remained silent for a beat longer, then gave a brief, almost imperceptible nod and walked away. By midday, the final dessert was plated: a perfect, towering dome of yuzu meringue, lightly torched, seated on the golden elderflower tart, finished with the bright, subtle green of the olive oil crumb. It was delicate, aromatic, and a perfect twist on the classic Overton style; quite complex, yet refined.

“Mmmm. This is so good. Did you make this yourself?” He nodded and watched me lick my lips. His eyes darkened slightly. He had to shake his head to clear whatever thoughts were flooding his mind. The ding on the oven, made us both jump, telling us the oven was ready to the temperature we needed. He sprinkled parmesan cheese and oregano onto the uncooked dough and put it into the oven to partially bake. He pulled out different toppings for the pizza. Pepperoni, black olives, banana peppers, mushrooms, some other seasonings, just in case, and of course, mozzarella cheese. It was the fresh stuff, still formed in a ball, not like the shredded cheese I have used before.

The wedding is five days away. While I know our wedding cake is going to be a cannoli cake with cream cheese frosting and pretty chocolate designs that will be dusted in gold. I might know what our wedding cake looks like, but trying to confirm what topper to go on the cake is a whole other story. The three of us agreed to come out in a poly relationship at the reception. So, I want the cake topper to resemble that. I find it ridiculous that I can’t decide on a damn cake topper from the catalog in front of me.