Ariana Grande Starbucks Drink Mga Nobela at Kwento

I entered Starbucks with a frown on and moved towards the cash register to order my drink. "Good morning miss what can I help you with?" the saleswoman asked with a smile as I returned one of my fake ones. "One strawberry green tea please?" I asked as she nodded. "Is it to take or drink it here?" she asked. "Here please." I replied while she nodded and went to make my drink.

“Later, you’re treating me to turon. I’ve been craving it since yesterday.” “Turon? Banana dipped in melted brown sugar?” Ainara asked, and Marge nodded. “Fine. I don’t eat that. I hope they have carioca too.” It's a glutinous flour rolled in melted brown sugar. “We’ll find some.” She took another sip of her drink. “By the way, how’s that grumpy boss of yours? Isn’t he supposed to be good-looking? I just don’t get why he’s so grumpy when he should be happy with his love life.”

“That’s fine. I came here for the popcorn.” “Anything else?” Arianna challenged with a smirk on her lips. “Well, now, I’m kinda wondering if the cute cashier’s phone number is also included in the combo.” “You’re gonna have to add a lot more zeroes to that combo meal,” Arianna answered, causing him to laugh. “The popcorn’s done. How do you like it?” “I’ll take it however you’ll give it to me,” the stranger replied, raking his eyes over her. “You damn right,” Arianna replied with a giggle. “Alright. You’re good to go. You better hurry up, or you’ll miss the credits,” Arianna said, sliding the bucket of popcorn towards him.

“I could’ve ordered for myself.” “Sure,” she says, her grin widening. “But you would’ve picked something boring, so I saved you the trouble.” Minutes later, her drinks arrive, each one as extravagant as her descriptions. The vanilla frappuccino is crowned with a mountain of whipped cream, caramel drizzle cascading over the sides like a golden waterfall. The matcha frappuccino boasts a vibrant green hue, its whipped cream piled high and adorned with a web of chocolate drizzle. Beside them, my cold brew sits quietly, a splash of oat milk swirling in its depths—a minimalist contrast that feels almost laughable next to her sugary masterpieces.

We walked hand in hand to the boba shop right beside his office. "What flavours do you like?" Ariana asked. "I like the matcha one, how about you?" "I like the chocolate one." She pointed at the picture. I ordered it for her and she told me Alex likes the original one. How plain Alexander, how plain. After we got our drinks, I tried it and it's good. Ariana even danced because she likes it so much. "Can I try yours?" She asked. "Of course." I said and she sipped mine.

Why am I not surprised that they have an a Starbucks next to an agency? "Fine, you have five minutes and that’s only because I’m going to get a drink." I signaled next door to my driver and walked over. "Hello, what can I get you?" the lady named Scarlet asked politely. "Can I have an iced coffee with an extra shot of espresso and regular cream and regular sugar?" I asked, smiling. "Sure. With the name Lucky, right?" she asked. I nodded as I swiped my card to pay. Damien ordered his coffee and paid for his own then we quickly got them and sat down.

"Venti caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino, extra banana, extra sprinkles, extra caramel, extra whipped cream, extra ice, extra cinnamon topping, and seven pumps of black caramel sauce." Zoe looked at Sara, who was ordering a colorful drink, with her mouth wide open. She only needed two words to order her drink earlier: warm Americano. The barista behind the counter remained unfazed; she was accustomed to such situations. She even smiled as she handed Sara her vibrant order and Zoe's plain black one.

"Uh, a salted caramel with tapioca. Then a choco matcha with tapioca as well. Then, a strawberry with nata. Everything is large and take out." The sister in front of me nodded and punched the screen. "That would be 330 pesos Ma'am," I received 500. "I received 500 pesos." My sister reached for change and pushed me aside. After 3 minutes, my order arrived. I thanked the crew who handed me the order. Then go to where Anne is sitting. "Let's go," he stopped talking on the cell phone and stood up. "Hey! Who's that one for?" In line, I thought of giving Ethan milktea as well. Because...there's nothing. I don't even know what flavor he likes. But I remembered what he used to drink on set, it was s

“Hey, Kris! How’s everyone today?” I said as I sat my stuff down. “I think we are doing pretty good.” Kris looked around. Everyone nodded in agreement. “I’m going to order Starbucks. Anyone want anything?” I asked as I pulled out my phone. “I’ll take a Chi Tea.” Kris yelled. “Anyone else?” “No, thank you.” “I’m good, thanks! “Just finished mine!” “Alright. One Chi Tea coming up.” I added a white chocolate mocha and an impossible breakfast sandwich. “Coming in thirty minutes.” I said as I set my phone down.

Author's POV The bartender handed Aria something vibrant and colorful in a tall, elegant glass. "What is this?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the thumping music. "House special," Ryan said, his grin wide. "Just fruit and sparkles, mostly." Aria took a tentative sip. It was sweet and incredibly refreshing, with just a hint of something stronger, an undercurrent of fire beneath the fruity flavor. "It's good," she admitted, taking another, more confident sip.