Bunny Coffee Novels & Stories

my jaw dropped again "he has a twin???" I blinked rapidly "oh heavens.. wait he placed an order?" she gasped "Two cups of coffee!" Aunt replied "c'mon let's hurry!!!" Bexley said as she went into the coffee maker stand "How does he wants it...?" I asked as I joined her "A cup dark, hot, nicely flavored and bitter, then the other very milky and creamy !" she replied as I nodded "oh yes you can Kay make it your best!!" she threw her fist into the air as I rolled my eyes

Or what was their secret ingredient? I walked long strides over into the coffee shop and went straight to order. Thankfully they were used to me being here and the recent pay was helping them warm up to me as well. “Good afternoon, Luna,” she greeted me and I smiled. “What would you like?” “Um, I want an iced Americano, a slice of your chocolate mousse cake, some danish cookies, and a piece of your hot cross buns,” I ordered and she wrote them all down, nodding.

‘’A customer wants a latte, soy milk, and no sugar. ‘’Ok, coming right up.’’ I watch as she does her thing, even though her hands are shaking, she doesn’t stop or break her concentration. For the design with the foam, she makes a rabbit with two hearts. I look at the finished product and am amazed. ‘’Wow, that is incredible!’’ I take a picture. ‘’Go give it to Kurt.’’ I point at him. When she walks over to him with the coffee, he glances up at her then looks back to where I am and I gesture for him to take it.

Before I can view the whole picture, more messages flood in. Bunny: Oh wow, the white and gold are actually gorgeous. Bunny: Are those peonies?! I love peonies. Bunny: You guys should do peony centrepieces. And maybe like...have the bridesmaids carry bouquets. Bunny: Wait, are you all going to have bridesmaids? Bunny: Oh, this is so dreamy. I love it. I laughed to myself. The messages just keep coming; I'm convinced she'd pre-typed them.

Raleigh's Pov A New Name, In A New City The doorbell hanging just above the quiet café jingled as I pulled it open. A warm scent of coffee welcomed me immediately I stepped a foot into the room. It was indeed quiet and quaint with no curious eyes watching by the corners. It was exactly what I needed at the moment. “You are welcome to Cocoa and Canvas,” the barista had said but with a well rehearsed smile. On her wrist lay boldly a crescent moon tattoo, all colored green. “Searching for a reserved caffeine or ready to explore your creativity?”

he said, eyeballing the two women. "Babe, mind getting us some coffee for the road? You know how I like it," Sebastian said. "The coffee is kind of like your plans for the night," Shamira replied before heading to the building, "you ain't getting any from me." "Don't be like that!" Sebastian shouted after her as she turned away from him, trying really hard not to smile. This was more fun that she thought it would be. There was a pot of coffee just inside the door and it actually smelled pretty good. She picked the pot up . . . smelled fresh too. She filled up a styrofoam cup and dumped in a pack of sugar. She knew that Bunny liked Diet Sprite, but didn't see any in the free-standing cooler n

“I’m all about love.” “Do you want something to drink, bunny?” Zander asked. “No, that’s ok, Z,” I replied. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to tell you. The final designs for Bunny Brand are done. I’ll have to bring them by sometime this week,” Morgan advised. “Great, I’d love to see them,” I said, rubbing my belly. “WAIT!” Morgan shrieked and jumped up out of her seat. “What’s wrong, Pixie?” Dutton said as he rushed to her in a panic.

But she feels differently and that is the real reason she has been silent since earlier. Lana also had fun walking around for a few minutes when she saw a familiar coffee shop. The young lady smiled there. As a fan, she knows that Andrew and his sister Samantha own Scott’s Cafe. She could not deny that she was one of the many loyal customers of that coffee shop. It's not because she idolizes the owner but also because their coffee is really delicious. She likes their brewed coffee, which, for her, would be even tastier if it was partnered with Special Scott’s Kababayan or Scott's Special Muffin.

She can barely speak Spanish, and she's been my best friend for well over six years now. Smirnov stops by my chair and pulls a purple coconut boba from his carrier. "Here you go," he says, setting it on the desk. "Thanks," I look at the cup from Honey's Cafe. The coffee in the carrier is from a different place. Why would he go to two different places just to get me boba? And how does he know what I like to drink? "This is what you like, yes?" "Yeah. Thanks," I say with a nod.