Cocoa Parlor Chocolate 소설 & 이야기

Then we go inside. As soon as we step in, I inhale the scent of cocoa. My mouth waters. I see the piles of chocolate on display — dark brown, light brown, square, oval, rectangle, round, heart-shaped, striped, dusted, topped with bits of gold. I swallow. This is paradise. "Hello. What kind of chocolate would you like?" the saleslady behind the counter ask me with a warm smile. I look at the chocolate pieces and I place my hands on my cheek. I never thought I'd be asked such an amazing question or that I'd have such a hard time answering.

“I said thank you elegantly.” “You curtsied,” Bianna said. “Because I have culture.” I walked over to the island and picked up one of the cups from the cooler still sitting open. The label was neat, ivory white, the lettering embossed. Portland Artisan Gelato. Pistachio Sicilian. Dark Chocolate Sea Salt. Vanilla Bean. Strawberry Mascarpone. Dulce de leche. I stopped at the last flavor. Dulce de leche. Bianna’s eyes followed mine. “That one hasn’t been opened. He said maybe the adults would like it.”

then he was going to pop the question again, and he was sure she wouldn't say no. ********* Kathleen smiled a few minutes later at the box of chocolates on her table thinking it was from Jacob, they were her favorite knockoffs of the Ecuadorian cacao bar which cost a hundred dollars per brick. Taking a seat, she took her time to admire the box and then she realized it wasn't a knock off—it was the real thing!! it costs over five hundred dollars.

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to sulk the day away?” “I think you know which I’d prefer, but I also know you’re not going to let me stay silent and grumpy, so talk it is,” I say. “Try Caffe Amor. It’s a new coffee place on the bottom floor. They have the most amazing cappuccinos,” the makeup artist says as she caps the eyeliner she was just using. “Ooh, cappuccinos! Let’s go,” Sharon says, lacing her arm through mine and pulling me off the stool.

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Carlos POV As expected, it wasn't easy to get the chocolate cupcake and ice-cream at this hour. It took us a while to search for the coffee shop that opens 24 hours. "Happy?" I asked her once I entered the car and passed her the paper bag in my hand. "Why can't we eat there?" She looked at the 24 hours coffee shop near the road. "Hell no, I'm not going to let anyone see you like this. This is only for me." I said glancing at her beside me and started to drive to the penthouse.

Well, he can go ahead and pass by a little quicker if you ask me. “Coming right up.” One business-formal jerk will not ruin my day. Nuh-uh, no way. “Chocolate powder?” I call over, sweet and polite. “Yeah,” he clips out, like this monstrous drink is so freaking obvious. The man’s eye twitches when I present him with his drink in a pale pink mug–a half deflated cappuccino, dusted with chocolate and slumping like a drunkard down the side of the cup. “What the—”