Italy. The aroma of pizzas fills up my nose, as I huff at the grumbling voice my stomach just made. I hear Adrian laugh at me, making me pout at him.
"I'm hungry" I mumble, as I feel him sit beside me.
"Let's eat the famous pizzas, yeah?" His deep voice reaches my ears, making me nod at him.
"Yeah"
"How does Italy look like, Adrian?" I ask him, confusion filled in my eyes.
"It looks happy, cheerful, and ecstatic. People are walking around laughing with their families, it's fascinating. Some children are playing outside the restaurants, Italy looks a little curious as some foreigners walk by, it looks enchanted and playful"
"Like orange?" I ask him, smiling softly as I feel him place a kiss on my cheek.
We're just friends. Even though I'm in love with him, he shouldn't know about that though.
"Like orange, it's happy. Some people don't like orange much because they feel that it's weird; but honestly, it's not. Orange is playful, mischievous and cheerful"
"I like orange"
"That's nice"
"Aren't oranges orange too?" I ask him, interest filled in my voice.
"Yeah, they are"
"Enjoy your pizzas!!" I hear a foreign voice, before smiling softly.
"Here, try this" Adrian says, giving me a slice of the pizza.
I take a bite of the pizza, moaning softly as I devour it. I feel Adrian's scowl at the side of my face.
"Don't make that sound" He whispers in my ears, making me gulp down the saliva in my throat.
"Why?" I whisper back to him, feeling my cheeks getting warmer each second.
"Because if you keep making that sound, I might devour you instead of the pizza" He growls sexily in my ears, making me bite my lip.
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