Une Limonade 소설 & 이야기

Lexi's kitchen was always spotless, reflecting her passion for cooking and hosting. I opened the refrigerator, searching for something refreshing. The cool air enveloped me, filled with the aroma of fresh fruit and chilled wine. My gaze fell on a pitcher of lemonade, its glass filled with lemon slices and mint leaves. I poured myself a glass, feeling the cool condensation as I lifted it to my lips. The first sip was a burst of flavors – sweet, tangy, and invigorating. I closed my eyes, relishing the taste while leaning against the counter. The cool glass against my skin was a soothing relief, calming my frayed nerves.

Emilia The bartender came back and placed the drink in front of me. A virgin mojito. I didn't even ask what it was—I just took a sip. Cold, crisp, minty, and with just the right amount of lime. Not bad for a drink without a kick. I didn’t say anything to Nora yet. I didn’t even glance her way. I wasn’t ready to dive in right off the bat. No, I was going to enjoy this properly. Calmly.

“The peanut is sufficiently appeased.” He chuckles. It is such a rich, delicious sound. More decadent than the succulent lamb and what I know will be a mouthwatering dessert, later on. A server pours sparkling and still water for us. I accept lime slices in mine. Nick prefers cucumbers. I tell him, “I don’t mind if you have champagne or wine. Doesn’t bother me.”

The limo was clean and luxurious. It had everything a limo was supposed to have: leather seats, a small cabinet that I guessed had drinks, and a table in the center. “Juice?” The man asked, already holding two glasses of orange juice. “Don't worry, there's no alcohol in there.” He added as I hesitated. I nodded and took the glass as I got comfortable. It was just the two of us, well, with the driver. He asked if he should instruct the driver to drive and I nodded.

Lemar declared. “Petite, gorgeous, sweet, and feeding us? Men have fallen for less.” I rolled my eyes, heat creeping up my neck. “Drink, anyone?" "Lemar, I mixed up some Mojitos, might have had a strong hand on the alcohol though.” I said apologetically. “That’s exactly how we prefer it Liana” said Mason winking at me. I laughed and poured them each a glass. While they were busy shooing each other of their individual snacks, I went to go put on some music.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.