What I think about life.

Pink Chocolate

Her pink Jeep broke down an hour ago and now Holly is sitting in the workshop lounge. They give free hot drinks to their customer and Holly gladly go to the little coffee bar at the corner of the lounge. She feel a little chilly after getting wet from the rain and the cold room. She ripped the instant coffee bag and poured it into a white paper cup. She took the opportunity to ripped another bag of chocolate drink and add it in. Stirring the beverage with a wooden spoon, she could smell the delicious combination of coffee and chocolate. It is definitely not a fancy Frappuccino but it will suffice.

Holly sip on the instant coffee and chocolate beverage while waiting for her car to be fixed. Instead of immediately burying her head in her textbook, Holly just spend the time scanning the workshop and checking all the magazine the workshop at the magazine rack. She refuse to use her phone except when she made a call to her parents about her unfortunate event.

She read through the car magazine on the table. There are many vocabulary that Holly can't comprehend. She never wasted so much of her time on car magazines before but that day she does.

She is so tired of her work. She is so tired of her school. She is so tired of men.

She just want to do something at that moment and reading the car magazines seem like the right move.

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Laila spent an hour baking the chocolate cake, making sure everything is perfect. The taste, the texture, the appearance. She scouring through the internet for a perfect chocolate cake recipe. It took her months to experiment on making the perfect chocolate cake. She bought the ingredients a day before because she just want the 'freshest' ingredients for the cake. She went to the high-end supermarket to buy high quality products. Just for the cake.

She put on her pretty white floral apron over her powerpuff girls loose t-shirt and her black tights. She put her hair in a bun and started baking early in the morning. The chirping of birds outside the kitchen window accompany her in the empty kitchen. She opened the window to let the morning breeze in. After an hour of perfecting the chocolate cake, the kitchen is messy with flour, chocolate sauce, butter and such. It doesn't matter to her because the kitchen smell delicious.

The smell of chocolate cake waft through the kitchen. Laila take a bite to taste it and it taste like heaven. The chocolate cake melts in her mouth with the rich cocoa taste and the perfect amount of sweetness. A perfect chocolate cake for a perfect man.