Coffe And Vanilla 소설 & 이야기

She grabbed it and tore open the packaging, then placed each bottle on the counter next to Tom. French vanilla, mint chocolate, hazelnut and raspberry. "Which one do you want to try first." she asked. "Honestly, I don't want any coffee." he said "I don't mean in coffee. I mean, try on me." she said smiling, thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him. "Try on you?" he repeated. This woman was something else. Tom thought "On me," she said, tugging her sweater over her head, getting down to business before he could do anything else sweet and disarming. He looked like he needed some help. So she would help.

“In fact, coffee shops usually sell coffee and cake together because they enhance each other's flavors.” Grey shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I'm not trying to argue with you by bringing up the topic. I'm just saying that I know someone who loves mocha cake and coffee together.” There was a distant look in his eyes as he said the words, but whatever emotion I saw quickly disappeared as though it did not exist at all. “If you don't mind, who is that someone you are referring to?” The words escaped my lips before I could stop myself. It was too late to take them back; he had already heard me.

She hands me a blue liquid in a clear tube. “Thanks, I have so much to do and I can’t do it when I feel like the entire royal guard is drooling at me.” I say as I unscrew the lid and sniff it. It smells like vanilla. I bring it to my lips and knock it back. I gag. Fuck, that isn’t vanilla, it takes like dirt. I stick my tongue out and shiver as I make a face reaching for Pascha’s coffee and drink it down, ignoring her protests that I have just stolen the elixir of the gods.

A few minutes later, he was able to speak. "Well now that we got the vanilla out of the way, we can move on to the good stuff." He laughs. "What's wrong with vanilla? Vanilla was fan-fucking-tastic!" Macie replies. "Baby nothing is wrong with vanilla. The other stuff just adds to it. Ramps it up, heats it up, makes it more enjoyable." Caiden replies. Macie turned towards him and put her hand on his chest and her chin on her hand. She looked at him.

Ava smiled. “Sugar, milk?” “Both, thank you.” Zane made a huffing noise as Ava added the sugar and milk to her coffee. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you are one of those people who like things like vanilla latte or some other monstrosity that passes for coffee,” he said in a condescending voice.

That was what Luca was; a gentleman. Genevieve inhaled deeply, the thick aroma of roasted coffee beans meeting her senses with a warmth she could both smell and feel. She no longer faced the need to carry her jacket in the autumn weather, and also harboured a deep sense of satisfaction from her surroundings... Nothing soothed her further than the taste of roasted coffee beans on the tongue, the aroma that curled down the throat after inhalation. It didn't take long for the pair to make their way through the small cafe, weaving through sporadic, odd clusters of people before the detective finally made his way toward a table, and pulled out a chair, motioning for Genevieve to take a seat.

I added. I was trying to figure him out, but I didn't need him to know I was onto him. I blinked and took a sip from it with his watchful eyes. "Whoa." My eyes grew wide as the taste swirled in my mouth. ‘Even if he kills you off now, Jessie, you know the last thing you tasted was something out of this world.' “I knew you'd like it," he said, beaming with happiness. “It is a vanilla bean latte with almond milk, light foam, and an extra shot.”

When I went downstairs to leave, it was already past midnight. In the darkness, Vanessa was sitting by the vending machine, dozing. When she heard noises, she immediately stood up, handed me a cup of coffee, and said, “Stephen, you’re off work? I bought this for you. It’ll help you stay awake. I added milk and sugar, so it’s not bitter.” I looked at the coffee she held up and said, “Vanessa, do you know? Actually, I hate coffee. I don’t like spicy food either. On the contrary, I like sweets.”

She smelled like chocolate and vanilla, which happened to be his favorite combination of sweet food. He was a sucker for a vanilla cake with chocolate frosting, or even chocolate cake with vanilla frosting. He loved both. It didn’t even have to be cake. He was all for doughnuts, candy, anything with chocolate and vanilla. And Lisa smelled like it. His favorite craving come to life. He’d been unable to look away. She’d called to him. He’d watched her go into the coffee shop, and that was when he first entered. Shadow didn’t like coffee. The scent of it was a little too bitter for his taste. He carried his black coffee out of the shop, and like so many times before, he fed it to the small pott

Vanilla chuckled hearing Nick's statement, for two weeks every day the man had come to her restaurant kitchen after work to taste the coffee and other drinks she had concocted, also to taste the dishes that would be on the menu at her restaurant later. Nick liked all the food that Vanilla made, it was not at all made up because in fact the girl's skill in cooking and processing coffee was indeed worthy of appreciation and for some time now, the moment of drinking afternoon coffee in the kitchen with Vanilla had become the thing that Nick had been waiting for the most.