Novel & Cerita Whatcha Got There A Smoothie

Troy called Juicy at two but she told him that she had fallen behind because of something to do with micro braids, but it was ok because she had charged the heffa two hundred thirty dollars. "Did you stop to eat?" "No time. These micro braids are whipping my ass." He didn't know what a micro braid was but he wasn't happy to hear that she'd been going non-stop since eight that morning. "I'll bring you something to eat." "McDonald's? There's one around the corner." She gave him her order and then the other ladies wanted him to bring them something and soon he found that he had to go to the ATM to withdraw some cash. When he reached Juicy's apartment he was laddened down with two large sack

“If we’re going to be tied together, I’m not buying you a damned energy drink, Lewis.” He laughed. “Alright, get me whatever you think is safe enough, then.” I flipped him the bird as he grabbed the gas pump, and then I strolled inside the gas station. Grabbing myself the biggest cup of my favorite soda took all of one second, then my gaze swept the drinks. My eyes caught on a premade smoothie with an assload of vegetables and added protein, and my lips curved into a grin as I grabbed it. It was so funny. Setting my drinks on the empty counter, I reached for my backpack, then realized I wasn’t wearing it.

Someone even added chili flakes, like this was some kind of fancy café. Parfaits were lined up like a P*******t mom went rogue—layers of fruit, thick yogurt, and granola stacked in clear cups like it was a competition. I counted five. Maybe six. Right next to them were warm bowls of what looked like quinoa hash, all steamy and colorful like someone dumped the farmer’s market in there—sweet potatoes, kale, peppers, the whole rainbow. There were two tall pitchers in the center of the table. One was a berry smoothie, deep red and probably antioxidant-packed. The other? Coconut water. Fancy. Like, we-get-it-you’re-hydrated fancy.

She smiled and I smiled back "Umm can I buy you both girls a drink? I mean I'm really thankfull that you girls help me." "Yes?" Lia said "Come on." She took our hands and pulled us to a bubble tea shop "Please pick anything." She said, I looked at the menu "I'll just get a yoghurt smoothie." I said "Matcha macchiato please." Lia said "I'm Red Velvet smoothie please." This ahjumma is cool She payed for it and she bid her goodbyes. We get a free drinks. Me and Lia giggled. "Let's continue to our destination." Lia pulled me to the restaurant. We sat there and looked at the menu.

“I was out shopping and wanted to get a bite to eat, so I popped in here. I didn’t expect you to be working today, though.” He nodded, still confused. Then, when she dwindled off, he pasted a smile on his face and asked, “What can I get you?” Shea looked up at the menu board and said, “I’ll have a mango smoothie, please.” He wrote it down, then waited, staring at her with his pencil poised to write more, before asking, “Did you want anything else?” She shook her head and said, “That’ll do. I’m not that hungry right now.”

I asked and she smiled putting away her phone leaning over kissing me softly. "I got you that shrimp pasta thing you like," I mumbled pulling away reaching for the bag in the backseat handing it to her. "Thank you baby," she whispered and I smiled starting the car. "They didn't have the strawberry smoothie, so I bought the cherry with lime, but if you don't want it we can stop at the one on Plant Street on our way home," I mumbled reffering to the smoothie in the cup holder as I checked my surroundings pulling out of the parking spot.

What if I wasn’t meant for Tristan at all, and the only reason that he wanted me around was because I was a good fuck… was because I looked so pitiful, everyone simply wanted—needed—to have a taste of me? What if--? “Here,” the attendant said, breaking into my thoughts. “It’s pomegranate smoothie with proteins and a dash of coffee to keep you buzzed through the day. I would have personally recommended something soothing like banana, or maybe even cookies to help you with sleep, but you look like you’ve got work.” I stared at the attendant with grateful eyes. I didn’t feel the need to eat at all, but maybe I could drink something instead… And idea struck me.

or at least be edible. After some thought, I opted for a safe choice when making the smoothies. I only used the necessary ingredients: yogurt, milk, and fruit. When I asked Aunt Grace what Aamon's favorite fruit was, she couldn't give me a definite answer. It made me wonder if they were truly dating. How could she not know something as simple as his favorite fruit? I started to question if she even knew his favorite song or book.

"Stop teasing, you know I do. I'm feeling some cramps whenever I sit or squat. I think it's my bladder." "You think you wanna go see Dr. Evans?" He asked. "No, it's not that bad. I'll survive." He helped me into my panties and I washed my hands and went back to the bed. "Michael, Dionnah would you guys like some smoothie?" Asked Jon from outside the door. "What kind is it?" I asked as Michael opened the door. "Mango, pineapple, and papaya," answered Jon. "Okay, I'd love some," I told him.

~Fallon~ The smoothie was half-blended grass, half regret—but Dean was right, it did look like punishment. “You sure this isn’t secretly paint remover?” he joked, twisting the blender lid and pouring it into one of my tall glass tumblers like we were on a cooking show. I gave him a look over my shoulder. “It’s spinach, banana, almond milk, and protein powder. It’s not supposed to be glamorous.” He sipped it, winced dramatically, and muttered, “Tastes like betrayal.”