Ariana Grande Starbucks Drink Novels & Stories

Fany Adrian was smart enough to take me to Starbucks, buy me green tea. After ordering a meal through the drive thru, the car parked in the crowded supermarket parking lot. He opened the top slightly and turned on country music at a low volume. "Comfortable?" he asked, then took a sip of his favorite Casscara Machiato. "Now tell me, what do you need help with?" "Actually it's about Mother." I immediately took a sip of my drink.

We grabbed a corner booth, Ariana immediately snapping selfies with her caramel swirl latte. “Smile,” she ordered, turning the camera toward me. “No thanks,” I muttered, stirring my iced Americano until the cubes clinked like wind chimes. She lowered her phone and gave me a look. “So you’ve seen it, huh?” “Seen what?” I played dumb, though my phone was practically buzzing with the weight of it in my bag. She smirked. “Don’t act coy, cousin. You’re trending. ‘Nova Ashton’ has never looked better. Bruno’s probably crying into his designer pillows right now.”

“Tonight, I’ve got you both what I call a ‘devil shot.’ It’ll lift your spirits.” “Thanks, Marco,” I said as I grabbed one of the drinks and took a sip. “Mmm, I can feel my spirit lifting already.” I turned to Ariana, who was eyeing her drink suspiciously. “Just take a sip, Ari. You don’t have to worry about getting drunk. You won’t end up in a stranger’s bed tomorrow morning, I promise. I’m here with you,” I added with a playful laugh.

Not tonight. She slides the tablet toward her and scrolls slowly through the drink menu again. Her eyes pause on the familiar names. A small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Grey Goose. And one Piña Colada,” she says softly, tapping in the order. Her finger hovers for a second before confirming. Done.

“I’ll have 1 Dark Mocha Frappuccino venti, 1 Chocolate Chip Cream Frappuccino grande , a blueberry cheescake and waffles. For me, I’ll have one Ice Americano, grande.” “I’ll repeat your order, sir. 1 Dark Mocha Frappuccino venti, 1 Chocolate Chip Cream Frappuccino grande , a blueberry cheescake, waffles and one Ice Americano, grande.” “Right.” “That’s $26, sir.” Seungkwan gave his black credit card. “Here it is, sir,” the barista said, giving his card. “We will serve your order at your table.” Seungkwan turned around, but before walking away, he looked back again at the barista and asked something. “Excuse me.”

She smiled at me and drink her coffee. "Oh...god! It's really happening, isn't it? How old is he, do I get to see his portfolio, or not? I'm a bit panicking here Adriana. My OCD hasn't been to therapy in a couple of weeks. This is why I don't do blind dates. I need to have control over what's happening in my life. Do you have a stronger drink?" She laughed and got me a glass of whiskey. I gulped it down in one go and winched. Shit! But seconds later, my heart rate started to slow down.

He said hurriedly when Ariana moved away from his chest. Ariana shook her head and flashed him a smile. “Are you okay?” She asked him. “I'm fine… So tell me, did you enjoy your time at that club?” Nicholas asked her, just to change the topic. Ariana nodded her head. “ Yes, I did, well, initially. That was my first time being in the club though… One of the bartenders offered me a drink and said it was from Tristan, so I took it and drank it. But after drinking it, I started feeling uncomfortable.

Ariana pushed to the front, her voice tight. “Ethiopian Yirgacheffe. Single-origin. Ninety-three degrees. Blue cup.” The barista, a young man with tired eyes, blinked. “Uh… we don’t measure by degrees, ma’am. And the blue cups are for VIP lounge members.” Ariana’s stomach dropped. She glanced at her watch. Four minutes gone. “Please,” she said, lowering her voice. “It’s for Damien Voss. I need to get it to his office before even minutes.”

Sprinkles Ice Cream Bar — New York City Ariana balanced her very pregnant belly with one hand and held tight to Leo’s small wrist with the other so he wouldn’t dart off. The cashier smiled. “Hi, what can I get for you today?” Ariana exhaled. “One iced caramel coffee, extra shot. And a small vanilla ice cream for him.” She nodded at Leo. Leo jumped up and down. “With sprinkles! Please, Tía!”

“Tired” I nod and admit, “I need caffeine”! He pulls into the Starbucks and sweeps his hand in front of him indicating for me to order. I lean across him to make sure they can hear me and order my Trenta Mango Dragon Fruit… That should be enough to keep me going for a few hours! He orders an Americano, boring! I tell him “thanks”, as he hands me my drink, then I chug it down greedily. He pulls the drink back from me and takes a sip from it. I glared at him. Don’t ever separate this girl from her caffeine, even if you paid for it!