Romans & histoires Choco Latte Webtoon

"Depends on how sleepy I am, I guess. I'd take a latte if I have to study and find it hard to open my eyes, but a mocha when I simply want to enjoy the drink." I could feel him nodding at my words. "Yeah, a latte has two shots of espresso while a mocha only has one. More caffeine to keep you awake." He slowed down the car, keeping it on the left side of the empty road, so he could look at me when he said, "Do you wanna come by my workplace later? It's a small cafe nearby." My jaw hit the floor. Is he asking me out? Wait, no, that couldn't be. I mean his workplace wasn't exactly a place to date, not when he was working at least. So, what was this about?

“Oh shit, that’s bitter.” “They are pretty strong,” I grinned, relieved to have broken the tension. “That’s not coffee, that’s gasoline.” I snorted. “The latte—the one in the middle—will be smoother. The mocha is sweet. Try those.” She did, and the only one she tried twice was the mocha, but she still stared at the cup between sips like it might bite her. I was glad she didn’t turn the conversation back to gratitude, or gifts, or anything else that might get real. And within half an hour, despite the coffee, as the adrenalin of the night finally wore off, her eyelids began to droop.

I replied, stuffing the pizza into my mouth. After what felt like forever, he finally finished drying his hair and tossed the towel into the laundry basket. Then he hopped on the only clean spot on the bed, the rest was surrounded by snacks of all kinds. There were chips, chocolates, and who knows what else. And they're probably unhealthy too, because I saw one with a million percent calories while bringing them out of the bags. I think it's called Choko. Yes the name is Choko, it's a chocolate, just so you know. You know what's the best dessert for a woman? It's online shopping from a cheap site. Trust me, it's more satisfying than you'd think. I quickly cleaned up the bed, threw the empty

"I can't survive without taking latte in the morning. Bring the latte back in the office" Holy cow! I cried running over to the trash bin to fish out the cup. ********* Oh Mm Gg. So I finally managed to write a second chapter Comment, share vote after you've read. Love you guys Jojoestiel

he asks, folding his arms on the table as he leans in closer. "Yeah, I don't think so, after last night's conversation, which by the way, I can't recall. Clara told me." I feel so stupid, and I cannot believe Clara did not stop me. Our lattes arrive, a beautiful swirl of steamed milk and espresso, topped with a sprinkle of cocoa powder. I take a sip, savoring the rich, nutty flavor that coats my tongue. I bite into the flaky croissant, enjoying it’s freshly baked crispiness.

*** Lola’s POV As I added Latentoxin into his coffee, I made sure to stir it thoroughly. The powder was bitter—too bitter. If it wasn’t blended right, he’d taste it immediately, and then I’d have a different problem on my hands. No, I needed to make sure it dissolved completely, so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

I leaned in, elbows on the table. “You wanna know what’s in that dessert you loved so much?” a slow exhale left me, “Latex powder. Finely ground. Mixed right into those chocolate shavings you kept licking off your spoon.” Her hand flew to her mouth. A loud, wet gasp tore from her chest. “And since you’re deathly allergic…” I continued, tapping the table twice, “…you’ve got maybe... what? Three minutes? Maybe two, considering how fast you’re swelling.” She shook her head, tears spilling, trying to say something, “R‑Rino, I swear—p‑please—I didn’t—it wasn’t—”

Leo. He slid into the booth across from me without asking, two takeaway cups in hand. One of them—knowing him—was probably some weird herbal thing that only he could pronounce. The other he slid across to me. “Chai latte. Almond milk. Extra cinnamon. I remember things.” “You have an unhealthy obsession with cinnamon,” I muttered, but I took the cup anyway. He smiled. “You’re welcome.” I wrapped my hands around the warm paper cup, grateful for the heat even if I didn’t want to admit it. Leo studied my face in that careful way he did when he was trying to read between words I hadn’t said yet.

She was beginning to get sleepy. Charleson called her and said he knew all about the Primes, the grotesque sculpture that had caught her attention in the library. She refused to change her topic and wanted to push the article about it. The second he told her that he had knowledge about them and offered to help, Chessa hopped from her bed and put on her yellow hoodie over her black camisole, not bothering to change her shorts and made her way to the café. But Chareleson was running late. Way too late, to be honest. A cup of vanilla latte was placed on her table, snatching her back to reality. “I didn’t order that,” she mumbled, looking up to the waiter.

I greedily grab the warm cup in both hands and bring it to my mouth, letting out a satisfied moan as the sweet hot liquid hits my tongue. “Damn babe, what's in that cup?” Theo laughs. “I'm sorry, I didn't know your order so I played it safe with a caramel latte. I’m Luke Weston,” “Hi Luke, I’m Josie. Where did you get this? Dot said there's only filter coffee,”