Coffe And Vanilla Novels & Stories

she asked. “Coffee. Thank you,” Mark and I answered at the same time. After Sarah left us, Mark and I could only stare at each other. I was sure Mark was thinking the same thing as I. A few moments later, Sarah returned with a tray. She sat down in front of us and placed three cups of coffee and a plate of vanilla cookies on the table. The cookies smelled amazing and looked delicious.

“Alright. You know everything here is yours anyway. Unless you want me to make you one?” The coffee machine was good, but he only knew how to make black coffee and espresso, which were all he needed. None of that fluffy milk bullshit and syrups. He liked coffee at breakfast, not a dessert. Voss might not have looked like it with his full sleeve and neck tattoos, but he had a huge sweet tooth. Voss shook his head. “No, you’ll get me a honeycomb latte from Jenny’s on the way to Flexigals. Oh, and a fairy cake, you know, the ones with jam and cream-”

I'm going to slap the shit out of this man. "I'll get this done right away sir" I didn't even bother faking a smile as I exit his office. When Karter showed me the coffee room on the first day, I was actually pretty happy. I mean no more asking someone to get you coffee but when I found out that you have to make it yourself, oh boy was I disappointed. I've never made a Vanilla Latte ever, I haven't even had one ever. So I'm happy they're instructions given but I bet this is not going to be good. Which is fine by me, I mean the devil has to drink it right? Not me.

That’s the effect of cakes on me, losing my mind. I have a hard time choosing the flavor of the cake. I want to eat everything displayed on the shelf. I pointed to the chocolate cake with a white chocolate drip. That’s what I want to taste first. "What's your best seller of coffee?" "Hazelnut vanilla coffee, ma'am." "Okay. Give me a large size, please." "I already got your orders, maam. Please just wait about five to ten minutes while we prepare your orders." I nodded. I was nervous when I couldn't find my wallet in the pocket of my jeans.

“Please pardon me, Calla. Would you please elaborate on the ingredients you used to make this cake?” Calla grins at her instantly definitely happy that one of us was paying attention to the detailed ingredients. “Certainly, sweetie! To give it that warm, cozy flavor, we use ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice. Additionally, we added a premium combination of Colombian coffee and deep, dark chocolate to make the mocha buttercream. Honestly, it’s a match made in cake heaven.”

“It’s kind of sweet, but strong. Really strong.” We all sniff the air to confirm. The coffee in my scent is still as light as ever but currently tinged a little bitter, probably due to my distress. But the vanilla… oh, the vanilla…. It's rich, thick and heavy. Oh…….. The two girls stare at me, their own eyes wide now, realization slowly dawning. Wren’s hand goes to her mouth, and even Nika’s joking expression falters as she sees me blanch. “Oh, my goodness!” Nika gasps.

"It's just the same when you dip Oreo in the milk." "Yeah, you're right, Shane." She sipped the coffee now mixed with vanilla. "It's good." She took a longer sip. "It's really good." "Try it." Kat said shoving the cup close to his mouth. Shane took a sip. "It's good, Kat. Now, finish it. I know you love coffee and vanilla." She continued sipping through the straw until it already sounded. She rose from the seat and threw the cup to a nearby trash can. Then, she went back to him.

We needed to clean house in more ways than one. “Here you go doll, drink up,” Violet said, handing me some coffee. I had never been a coffee drinker and I was sure pregnant women weren’t supposed to have much. Still, I took a few sips and it warmed me all over. She’d had it made with vanilla and pumpkin spice … ohhh yeah, that’s the stuff. I felt the caffeine awaken my body a bit and course through my veins. I watched with great amusement the freaky sex pictures of Bruce had now multiplied and there were dozens of them all over. Was I thrilled that a high ranking part of AC was basically naked on display like that all over the news?

“Prepare to be amazed, so this is a quad long shot grande in a venti cup, half calf double cupped no sleeve, salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla, substituted with 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha, and substituted with 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut, half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream, extra hot extra foam, extra caramel drizzle, extra salt with a scoop of vanilla bean powder and light ice well stirred.” I stared at her with my jaw ajar and I'm sure Adrian had the same expression on his face. She sighed and said “Look I know it's a mouth full,but I can assure you're going it's really good. Just give it a try.” I picked up the cup holding the coff

She didn’t matter, not anymore. I reached my office and noticed the breakfast tray on my desk, the coffee still steaming beside it. It was the familiar vanilla latte—Olivia's little twist on my morning routine that she’d insisted on bringing in one day instead of my usual black coffee. I’d scoffed at first, but soon enough, I’d grown to prefer it, to crave the warmth and taste of vanilla that somehow just made sense. Now, though, that same coffee burned in my hand. Just looking at it brought back memories that made my skin crawl.