The waiter, a pink-faced young man with thick side whiskers, approached the table.
Opposite her a white-haired, pink-faced man was writing in a ledger.
As Philip stood staring, he saw a fat, pink-faced young man speaking with an older officer.
A white-haired, pink-faced man stood waiting, seemingly in his sixties.
But the pink-faced man, although he had not yet got to his own point, was a rewarding source of information.
At last the pink-faced man sat back comfortably and lit a cigar.
He felt nothing but the breath of the pink-faced man who panted like a hot terrier.
Suddenly, behind bun, he heard the pink-faced man plunging forward.
The doorbell rings, and Fred answers it to a pink-faced man.
She left her seat and went down the aisle to row 26, where a pink-faced man was playing Tetris on his laptop.