Taunting colours

Sitting amidst a room buzzing with atmosphere, she finds herself surrounded by antagonizing colours; red, purple, green.
They know, she observes, letting a slight frown settle upon her face. Slightly dismayed, she ponders if its really that obvious, how long its been. Shit.
So smug, they're laughing at her.
John's red shirt, smirking away in its crimson glory, expressing her sweet lust for life, and shoving it in her face.
A little irked, she meets the vibrant shade of Tony's, green, cap. Teasing her, flaunting her anticipated cravings; all she wants to do is stick her tongue out at it, like a spoilt, little, kid.
Her attention is then drawn away to the sensual purple of the frilly flowers dancing prettily in the wind, right outside the window.
With a final sigh of a mixed sort, she orders a sex on the beach; and gives in.
Alas, sweet, meticulous, frustration.