Novel & Cerita Affogato Cookie X Reader

“I, uh… made something.” They all looked at me, surprised. Enzo raised an eyebrow, and Alexander blinked like I’d just walked in wearing a crown. “These are… for you guys,” I added, setting the trays down on the table. “Just a small thank-you.” Hugo was the first to move. He picked up a cookie, sniffed it, then took a bite. His eyes widened. “Whoa,” he mumbled through a mouthful. “This is actually good.” Enzo laughed. “Let me try one.”

she said, it sounds like she is questioning my idea. “No, to try their new cookies” I replied, before standing up “what type of coffee do you drink or do you prefer tea?” “Affogato,” she replied. I nodded before going to the counter to order. A few minutes later, a barista came back with our order. Maren turns out to be a foodie, not that I am annoyed by it. She is also cute when she eats, she totally forgets that she is in the public and didn't even get anxious when some paparazzi were taking our pictures.

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’s beamed. “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I smiled. Leah turned to look at the girl beside her, saying, “This is my assistant, Maya, and we brought you some Biscotti.” “What are those?” I peered at the container. “Oh, I forgot you aren’t Italian. Well, they are cookies suitable for dipping in coffee or wine,” Leah explained. How did she know I liked cookies? Maya smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I shrugged it off, guessing she might have had a misunderstanding with her boss. She extended the container to me, and I collected it, expressing gratitude. Maybe I could invite them in for some company.

she asked. “I definitely do and it was all worth it,” I replied. “Now we just wait for the cookies to cool a bit then we can pass it round.” “You need a jar for Adriano’s batch?” she asked. “Is it necessary?” I asked. “He can always come get some from the fridge.” "It's not the same for him and you know it. He has an obsession with the cookies you make that I can't seem to understand," she said. Yes, he did and I secretly loved that he was obsessed with it. It made me feel good in a way that I couldn’t understand.

answered, Astrielle. "Hotdog? Imposible..." Carline mumbles. "Cookies..." I said out of my mind. Both pointed each other and looked at me, "Maybe!" they said in unison. "Whom is it from?" Astrielle asked. "Queenie's mother." I blurted out. "What?!" Carline stood up from the sofa where she sat, "ewww!" "There is definitely something wrong with the cookies..." Astrielle said. "Nothing happened to me?" I shrug my shoulders.

My heart fluttered at his action. "What can I do more to cheer up my queen, cuore mio?" he asked, pulling me into his arms again. He pressed his forehead against mine, letting me take in his soothing masculine crisp cologne. "Don't be mad, baby. You know your Syl can't tolerate it when you're upset." "Almond cookies," I mumbled in his chest, playing with the button of his shirt. Suddenly the craving for those cookies rose inside me, long forgotten my anger. "And melted chocolate. And mushroom pies."

“Just so you know, this is the first time for me too.” I grin. “Yet I’m still surprised. You seem like an expert.” “Asking for advice doesn’t hurt.” He shrugs. “Let me guess. Ollie?” “He’s the real expert,” he admits, laughing. “Are you hungry?” “Starving.” Another attendant approaches our table and carefully opens the lid of the silver food tray, and a smoky scent fills the air. I recognized the dish immediately. A platter of Ragù with Creamy Polenta, and on the other side is an affogato—a coffee-based ice cream dessert. My tongue salivates at the scent and the presentation alone.