Almond Cookie X Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”

A teenage waiter asks with a wide smile and I smile back. “Good evening Cody." I look at Dimitri and he has his king of the world face on. I'm sure he wouldn't respond so I go through the menu and respond “I would like to have some coconut and almond munchies, some chocolate covered pan cakes, some peanut butter cocoa cookies, chocolate almond fingers, three Italian biscotti, some mini pistachio and chocolate strudels, some of your indulgent chocolate squares and some flourless chocolate soufflé." When I look back up the waiter's eyes are wide open like saucers. I'm sure he doesn't think I can finish them all or maybe he does and he thinks I'm a pig. I'm just not sure what to choose and I wa

Claudette responded. The maid named Leticia slightly covered her mouth. “Oops, my bad. I’m sorry, My Lady,” then, she grinned once again. “Would you like some, My Lady?” Claudette looked at the basket of cookies that the maid was offering her. The cookies had flowers engraved on it with a strawberry jam in the middle. She nodded and took the offer, getting one cookie and took a bite on it. Her mouth was filled with white vanilla filling and strawberry jam from the cookie.

We both have a lot to work on. “We got you the butterflies, Aunt Britt! Want to see?” Hailey is bouncing, staring up at Brittany on the other side of the counter. “There better not be live butterflies in that box,” Brittany looked at it speculatively. I giggle at the idea of Hailey bringing a box of live butterflies into the coffee shop. “They’re cookies, silly,” Hailey laughs. Brittany makes me a latte and herself an iced cold brew, then goes on her break to share the cookies with us.

The lady behind the register asked politely. “I want to purchase Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino, Apple Crisp Frappuccino, Chocolate Cookie Crumble Crème Frappuccino, Caramel Ribbon Crunch Crème Frappuccino, Chocolate Almond Milk Shaken Espresso, Iced Chocolate Almondmilk Shaken Espresso, Iced White Chocolate Mocha, Cold Brew Coffee, Iced Blonde Caffè Americano, Iced Caramel Macchiato, Salted Caramel Cream Cold Brew, and Caffé Americano with Doughnuts, Apple pie, Chocolate brownie Cake, Cheesecake, Baklava, Tiramisu, Apple crisp, Banana pudding, Black Forest cake, Carrot cake, Chocolate cake…” “Please have a seat, sir. We will have your order shortly.”

"What is that one?" "That right there is honey lavender with bits of candied almond," the man said. "It’s the house favorite." "I’ll take a scoop of that," she said, her voice already lighter. "Cone or cup, darling?" "Cone," she grinned. I stepped forward. "And I’ll take a double scoop. Hazelnut caramel swirl, topped with crushed pecans and a drizzle of chocolate." "You know what you like," Lena said, nudging me. "I’m a man of simple pleasures."

She then took me to the kitchen and left my hand. "So this is my sweet heaven. I spend most of my time here." She told me about what is kept where before she summoned the ingredients required for baking. She asked me if I had a certain flavor in mind and I instantly shared Beverly's favorite flavor, Almond Mocha. Pamela clapped excitedly and we decided to bake almond mocha cookies. Shadows began to stretch longer on the ground outside when we finished. We brought our plates of cookies to the huge living room. "Why are you standing? Sit." Pamela said.

Hell no! I unwrapped the brown paper bag and poured the biscuits out into the plate, folding the paper and tossing it to the wooden coffee table. I twisted open the top of the decaf latte and took a sip. Just how I like it; a cube of sugar and two teaspoonful of milk. I know it is weird, but no I had a sixth sense for tasting an extra cube of sugar or spoon of milk, if ever it was added to my latte. Leaning into the settee, I crossed my leg over my thigh, munching on the biscuits which I had placed beside me, and occasionally sipping from my latte whilst looking at the invitation which I still had in hand. Yeah, I was still surprised, not to mention confused.

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise. "What's this?" “One Hazelnut latte with extra whip cream for you, one cold espresso for me.” said Alex without looking back. “Oh…” Alex could see a small smile on Alicia's face, she sipped her drink happily. Alex knows her favorite drink, yes…he's seen Alicia order it so many times. Alicia put Alex's cold drink in front of his face…intending to help him drink. Alex with a big smile sipped the drink. “Thanks… in the back there are some cakes… if you're hungry. I haven't had breakfast…and I'm afraid you haven't had breakfast either… so eat it.”

The place smelled like butter and vanilla and cinnamon, like somebody had taken comfort and given it a physical form. A chalkboard behind the counter listed specials in Liberty’s looping handwriting: ROSEMARY SEA-SALT FOCACCIA BROWN BUTTER COOKIES LEMON TARTS “BAD DECISIONS” CHOCOLATE CAKE — ASK LIBERTY WHY Liberty stood behind the display case, hair in a messy half up twist, flour on her cheek like a signature. She saw me and lit up. “There she is!” she called, loud enough to make a man near the window glance up. “Dr. Death and Glory!”