Cafae Latte Characters Novels & Stories

Allysa Chloe Hernandez "So, what are we going to talk about?" I said to Dave Arkiel when we sat inside De Lara's cafè. "Let's order first. What do you want?" He asked me. "I'm fine with Cafe Latte." "Okay. Just wait for 5 minutes." Then he stood up and went to the café counter. I remained seated while browsing my friends' i* stories. After a while, Dave Arkiel arrived carrying two cups. He sat down then handed me a cup of Cafe Latte.

Lucian look in disbelief how could someone do this to her? Rafe grabs his face in disbelief “the poor girls been through more than we have in centuries in just a couple years”. Lucian looks at Rafe and then goes back to the doctor, nods and thanks him. He enters the room where the girl is laying still asleep, he stands near her bed, his fingers gently tracing the scars on her body, “no one deserves this.” He moves and sits in a chair across the room, his devotion to her is already strong he will not leave her till she wakes.

I glance at Daniel, his green eyes staring at my bare legs for a moment before he quickly turns around. "A little warning next time Kat," he says with mock seriousness. "Oh, shut it Dan, you're always sneaking peaks at Kat's legs," Audrey jokes and we both giggle. He turns around, smirking at us, then winks and walks off. "I'm going to start the coffee." "But its Saturday!"

Maisey chirped. I pulled in the lot and turned off the engine. “What’s not to love about leather, no matter what the age?” I shrugged. Maisey sighed dreamily, “Yeah, leather is nice no matter what.” When we walked in I realized that we were the first ones there and walked up to place my order, “Hey Miss Kayla, Can I get a macchiato with 2 extra shots please?” She nodded and then looked at Maisey for her order. “Can I get a half calf mocha latte please?” Maisey ordered and I arched my brow wondering why she was cutting her caffeine.

Moreover, some of the tattoos that were sticking out from behind Aiden's neck which were covered by the collar of his shirt made Luciana immediately shuffle in fear towards Malfoy. "It's okay, they are uncle's friends. This beautiful lady's name is Calistha, then it's uncle Aiden.” "Hi..." Luciana shyly greeted Calistha and chose to look at Calistha instead of seeing Aiden who kept showing a grim face. “Hello, I have a delicious croissant for you, would you like it?” Calistha showed her croissants that still had two left in the box. Then when Luciana nodded with a shy face, she immediately gave the rest of the bread to eat with the other two friends.

he roared after closing the door, and I leaned back, feeling my heart racing. “I don’t want your food. What’s the problem with that? If you don’t want me to kill myself with hunger in your house, then let me go. I don’t want to be here anyway, and I don’t want food cooked in your house.” I folded my arms across my chest and pretended his presence wasn’t intimidating me. Rafael was a feared man in Los Angeles. Everyone knew the people he killed and his history in the mafia world. So, when my sister was engaged to him, I thought she knew what she was getting herself into and didn’t want to ask questions about them.

Lena: “You have to spill every dirty club hottie detail later!!!” Jade replied with a 100% emoji to show her own agreement. Her fingers flew as she typed shakily. Aria: “Fucking dead inside, guys. Y'all won’t believe what happened.” She stepped out into the bustling hallway and walked to the coffee kiosk. A blond barista manned the counter, his dimples cratering deep under as he smiled at her. “Large vanilla latte," she said without glancing up. "Extra foam, please."

“You’ll fit right in. You’ll take orders, run the register, help with the books, maybe learn the espresso machine—if you don’t break it.” “Pinky promise.” “Welcome to Morning & Co.” He led me to the back and introduced me to Lila Torres—another person who could double as a model. Warm-toned skin, blond curls, expressive eyes that missed absolutely nothing. Seriously, were these people running a modeling gency or a cafe? “This is Lila,” Nick said. “Our best barista and unofficial therapist.” “Emphasis on unofficial,” Lila added, shaking my hand. “Do I get a manual, or do you just throw me into the grinder?”

It was probably some grand opening coupon picked up from a random college student on the way to the company. Just as I was looking at it, Sean Kensington entered my office. Seeing the coupon on my desk, he chuckled and said, "Wesley, why haven't you used the coupon? I mean, you probably don't know what a latte is, right? You can search online. It's a pretty great drink." He added, "You just came from the mountains, you should probably catch up on some basic knowledge. Otherwise, you might get lost when chatting with people." My expressions and tone darkened, "I don't eat that sort of junk food. I only eat healthy, natural food."

She looks at me the way a scientist would look at an equation they can't solve, stern and focused and I try not to let it unnerve me more than it already does. I lift the latte to my lips, taking a sip. The heavy creamy texture submerges my taste buds with its sweetness, and I moan at the taste. I discovered this cafe during my first week on campus and it immediately became my favourite spot to unwind in after classes. I introduced it to Cara not long after we met and she was instantly won over by their blueberry muffin and chai latte which is actually what she's having right now. My best friend watches me intently while picking at the edge of her muffin, and then suddenly, her brows shoot u