Novel & Cerita Almond Cookie X Latte Cookie

Nicole pov Amber walked into the office, balancing a brown paper bag from the bakery in one hand, and two large cups of coffee on top of a yellow folder in the other. She set everything down on the edge of my desk with a loud thud. "Almond pastries," she announced, opening the bag so the sweet smell filled the room. "And I brought that lemon pastry that Marlon always pretends he doesn't want." "I have a specific preference for sweets," Marlon said mildly, already reaching his hand into the bag to grab it.

" They're in the kitchen on the bottom shelf. Carla made them Tuesday." Donatella looked at me suspiciously. "Are you having some kind of episode?" she asked. "Goodnight, Tella." I turned her around and began to lead her towards the door. “I have a meeting tomorrow.” "Lorenzo—" "Goodnight." She looked at me for a long moment with the eyes that were exactly my eyes and saw everything mine saw, and I held her gaze with every resource available to me. "Almond cookies," she said finally. "Okay." She pointed at me. "We're talking tomorrow."

Two days with her and she already understands how my mind works. “And delicious fresh-baked cookies.” I spit the sentence out so fast it all sounds like one word. “They do traditional flavors, seasonal flavors, and two weekly flavors that they rotate, and this week it’s blueberry lemon and salted caramel chocolate chip and both of those are my favorite!” Goddess, I am rambling like fucking Wesley right now.

he said with the same expression. I prepared tea and pastries. Yesterday, I made cookies mixed with whole grains like almonds, cashews, raisins and sunflower seeds. I made it with chocolate flavor and original. Not bad for a few small jars. To prepare if Amelia asks for snacks and can for tea, like now. "You tired?" he asked. "No, it's normal," I replied surprised. Too bad he asked me like that. In fact, he knew from earlier this afternoon, I didn't have any activities except accompanying Amelia.

Once the package was inspected, Matteo brought it in. What is inside the package, he asked Matteo. It is just some white chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. My wolf Betty and I gasped, There is only one person I know who makes the favorite kind of cookies. It also, looks as if there is a note, but it is addressed to Luna Sophia, he tells Lou.

she added, as her gaze darkened, and a malevolent grin displayed on her face. Alison instantly composed herself, then asked in a soft, calm voice, "How about I do something nice?" Albert tilted his head in confusion, "Like what?" She smiles merrily, showing her dimples, "I can bake for Latton. What's her favorite dessert?" She asks. He softened his gaze, "Chocolate Mousse Cake." He replied while patting her hand. Meanwhile, at York's Villa. Latton and Victor are sitting in the living room. She was reading through the documents Victor brought home from work.

“Just a faint hint of sweetness. We kept it low on sugar.” Sia’s attention was then captured by another loaf that seemed to call her name. She pointed at it as excitement twinkled in her eyes. “And this one? It looks like it is going to steal my heart.” Anne chuckled. “Oh, that is our chocolate, coffee, hazelnut, and walnut creation. A little indulgent but still wholesome.” Sia’s enthusiasm bubbled over. “Can I take a small bite?” Anne laughed, already reaching for a knife. “Of course! Abella mentioned you might like this one.” She sliced off a piece and handed it to Sia, who took it eagerly.

Aunt Stella chuckled, "Well, you've chosen the perfect haven, and fortunately, your favorite booth is unoccupied." "Fantastic," Izzy chirped with a grin. "What would you ladies like to order? I'll have the baristas prepare it for you," Aunt Stella inquired. Izzy was quick to respond, "I'll go for a Hazelnut Latte." "I'm in the mood for a cinnamon dolce latte," Emma chimed in. "And I'll have a double chocolate blended iced mocha," I declared, earning playful looks of disgust from Izzy and Emma.

The coffee shop smells of coffee beans and hums with the faint conversations of strangers. I make my way to a free booth by the window and slide down. He joins me and sits in front of me. Underneath the table, I imagine that he’s crossed his legs in the same way he always does. Even after a day away, nothing changes. A barista comes to our table. The name tag above her breast calls her Amanda but Larry focuses, instead, on me when he speaks. “I’d like a black coffee, with chocolate soy milk for myself and a caramel latte with Oat milk for my friend here.”

Glorious, sweet, carby salvation. A whole row of stuff caught my eye. — A half-open pack of butter cookies — Chocolate chip biscuits in a fancy gold tin — Strawberry cream wafers — Digestives (not exciting but reliable) — And then… jackpot. Peanut butter biscuits. One of my favorites. The kind that crumbled perfectly, tasted like heaven, and had just enough salty-sweet kick to go with my creamy coffee. I grabbed a pack without hesitation and closed the fridge. I carried my bounty over to the counter and perched on one of the stools, sipping my coffee like I had my life together, even though my soul was still doing somersaults of confusion.