Affogato Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

she moans around a mouthful. "That is bougasta, it's a sweet pie made from phyllo pastry and semolina custard. It's usually topped with powdered sugar and cinnamon." "When we get home can Mariah make some of these dishes?" She asked, pleading. "Anything you want, feggari mou." I laugh, she finishes her plate and gets up for seconds. "Adelfós (brother), I didn't know women could eat like that." Helios remarked. "She's pregnant, don't say a word about her eating habits when she gets back. I don't want her feeling bad." I warned him, he puts his arms up in a surrender gesture.

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno

“I said thank you elegantly.” “You curtsied,” Bianna said. “Because I have culture.” I walked over to the island and picked up one of the cups from the cooler still sitting open. The label was neat, ivory white, the lettering embossed. Portland Artisan Gelato. Pistachio Sicilian. Dark Chocolate Sea Salt. Vanilla Bean. Strawberry Mascarpone. Dulce de leche. I stopped at the last flavor. Dulce de leche. Bianna’s eyes followed mine. “That one hasn’t been opened. He said maybe the adults would like it.”

“She likes fluffy.” I swatted him with a napkin and he grinned like the devil. The rest of the tasting went the same way, bites of cake, tiny sips of sparkling juice, and kisses that made me forget why we were even there. I felt like the whole world had melted into buttercream and laughter and the warmth of Adriano’s touch. We were down to the last two slices. The bakery assistant placed them on the table, “This one is dark chocolate espresso with a caramel core,” she said, “And the other is vanilla bean with honeycomb crunch.”

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

He slides the tray in front of me, then proceeds to the minibar at the corner. I lift the cup, wanting to take a sip while it's hot. But then, my hand suspends in the air when I see the microfoam art spreading beautifully on the top surface of the cup. It's a lovers' design; a man and a woman facing each other. I put the coffee down. I can't seem to swallow the beverage that teases me. Such is the irony of life I have to bear. Damn it! "This is not what I ordered!" an angry voice from a man not far from me catches my attention. He looks young, judging from his figure from the back. He is wearing a white shirt, his hair groomed into a slicked Eboy haircut.

"Now, hurry up." "There, done," Cedric said as he stood up. "Let's go, loser." “What shall we order?” Kian muttered under his breath. He was struggling a bit because he’s never heard of such flavors before. ‘Spongebob bar? Iced Coconut? Choco Taco? What are these flavors? Don’t they have plain vanilla ice cream?’ he thought in his head. “The Choco Taco is my favorite, mister!” A cute voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked down to the direction of the voice and stared at the little kid who made the suggestion—a little kid that looked so much like Zeth.

The barista—a girl with purple streaks in her hair—gave me a bright smile. “Large iced latte with oat milk, extra shot,” I said. “And… uh, one of those breakfast sandwiches. The one with egg, bacon, avocado. Toasted. And a chocolate croissant. And a bottle of water. Oh—and those little fruit cups. The ones with berries.” She rang it up without batting an eye. “To go?” “Yeah. And can you throw in a couple of those heart-shaped sugar cookies? The pink ones.” She grinned wider. “Special someone?”

I look at Archer, and he just smiles. Affogato al caffè is a scoop of plain milk-flavored or vanilla gelato or ice cream topped with a shot of hot espresso. It’s exactly what I need after a day of drinking wine. When Archer drives me home, it’s late, and I’m pleasantly tired. I reach out my hand to him, and he holds it. We enjoy a comfortable silence for a while until I notice Pedro opening the door to check if we’re still outside. I sigh. “I better go inside.”

she asked, bouncing on her stool. I chuckled, handing her a sparkly sprinkle tub. “We’ll make unicorns, hearts, stars, whatever your magical little mind wants.” Across the island, Chen piped up with a mouth full of dough. “I want to make a dinosaur cookie! A T-Rex! ROARRR!” Abby smirked as she looked up from the mixing bowl. “As long as your T-Rex doesn’t eat all the dough first.” He giggled. “Too late!” Dante chimed in from the speaker's corner. “We should name the cookies. This one…” he held up a lopsided blob, “is Sir Blob-a-lot.”