Affogato Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

I said, passing him a plate and deliberately avoiding his fingers this time. "Giorgio's pastry chef trained in Florence," Alexander replied, accepting the dessert. "He refuses to share his tiramisu recipe, even with me." "Even with the great Alexander Carter?" I teased, taking a bite and closing my eyes at the perfect balance of coffee, mascarpone, and cocoa. "God, that's good." When I opened my eyes, Alexander was watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle with awareness. "What?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“Miss Hyest? Why? Did she ask you to buy them for her?” Edwardo turned to look at me, and his smiling face soon faded into worry. “No. I just saw them… and … and I thought that she would like them. It’s nothing. I apologize if I overstepped a…” “No, no, no. Nothing at all. It’s fine. I am sure that she would love them. They taste delicious, by the way.” I finished the cookie in my hand and took my cup of coffee upstairs. My hands gripped tightly around the cup; millions of questions were racing through my mind. Why was Tabitha getting a pastry gift from the Chef? What the hell was going on?

He called after her. She walked into the kitchen to get it. When she came back Marco had finished the treat. “Just like my mother used to make.” He grinned sipping coffee. “I’m glad you like it. What other recipes can I try.” Marco cleared his throat. “So many. There’s Torta Caprese,Cannoli-“ He coughed again. “Do you want some water?” Eleni asked. "No I'm fine. Another favorite of mine is Cassata Siciliana…”

Does she treat her other friends the same way? Just to imagine, it makes me revolt inside. I should be the only one Agatha handles like that. "What do you want to eat? Drink?" Agatha asked me as we sat down, and the waiter came over to hand over the menu. "Mushroom Pasta?" "Mushroom Pasta ..." we thought at the same time. My favorite is the creamy mushroom pasta done with coffee. "With coffee?" She added. Sometimes I wonder if the other best friends are like this? [Agatha POV]

“I do want to be clear that I appreciate the gesture though.” As he says the words, I pick up a cookie, noting the strange texture I hadn’t noticed when I was using the spatula to scoop them from the cookie sheet into the box. I take a bite and it crumbles like sawdust in my mouth. The flavor isn't too bad, but the texture is horrendous and I chew thoughtfully, thinking about my next words. I notice Troy is watching me, a slight spark of amusement in his eyes. I swallow the bite with effort while breaking the cookie into two halves. “You know, I could use these for torture, give them to my enemies and hope they choke to death. If I ever join the Mafia, these could be my calling card.”

Faera explained to Barrett, she’s supposed to be the one to punish Cliverio, however, her past action cannot be at fault as well, it was for the best. “Had I known he would be in such a state, I should have snapped his head at that time.” Barrett smiled to console her friend. “Regretting it won’t help, however you have a reason why you did that right?” “As expected, only Barrett can understand.” Both girls felt the weight on their chest has been lifted, then two other girls entered the tea room with cheerful faces. “We’re here and we brought some cookies! It was the limited edition that was released by Eddie and Yngs pastries!” Mielle immediately brought out the freshly baked cookies and the

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

Yum. I walked to the kitchen to get a plate for myself, I filled my plates with cornetto which was an Italian croissant, and Bauletto, a pastry filled with chocolate. I took a bite of the Bauletto and inwardly moaned at the chocolate filling, melting in my mouth. I dropped the plate and walked to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. “When is your meeting with your investor happening?” I asked, in an attempt to make conversations as we ate.

The shop was exquisite and famous all over for the aesthetic of it but people rarely complained to ever inquired about the food. "Just because people are willing to throw money around just like that, doesn't mean we have to ruin ourselves. There's nothing wrong with being good at what you do even if no one's complaining," she mumbled walking to his side and leaning forward to check out whether or not he was done. "I see. Also, I heard you talk about Affogato being Joon's favourite dessert?", he asked, trying to get something about the party that he was to take control of. "I'm throwing Joon an engagement party day after tomorrow when he'll be back from Gangnam. It's gonna be here and since I

Allegra’s Pov Silver grins, her face lighting up with excitement. “I know, right? Wait until you try their famous chocolate croissants—they're to die for!” she declares, already making a beeline for the counter. Miles and I exchange amused glances before following suit, selecting an assortment of pastries to satisfy our cravings. With our treats in hand, we find a cozy corner to sit and indulge, the warm ambiance of the bakery enveloping us in a cocoon of comfort and contentment.