A passion for Pinkberry...

If she could, she would eat Pinkberry every day. She loved the way it felt on her tongue. The mixture of berries and chocolate, red and brown flecks scattered in the white cream — the definition of delectable. She ate it in her sweatpants, as passersby observed the way she slowly turned the plastic spoon and opened her mouth for the perfect bite. She ate it in the park, sitting on a bench enjoying the warmth of the sunshine against her skin. She ate it in her pajamas on the sofa, sharing bites with her boyfriend. This was the only time she would share. Because she loved the feeling of his cold lips against hers, and that his breath smelled like chocolate.