Coffe And Vanilla Novels & Stories

Some supports him but some are very unreasonable. Can ‘she’ tolerate his fans, their love and hate? As usual he got carried away by these questions. He sighed heavily and mumbled "Where are you MY VANILLA?" and drifted to sleep. He didn't know why but he calls his future partner as vanilla. For him, vanilla ice cream is pure as white, smells pleasant, tastes divine, and soft as cloud. He always imagines that his would be wife will be like Vanilla. His favourite Vanilla.

I ask Brian because I am too hungry to taste the content of the glass myself more so, I am not ready to sign up for something that could potentially ruin my appetite. “It’s black coffee with vanilla almond glass cubes” he answers. “I am not really a fan of coffee, so I guess I will pass” I decide to pull out of the codes race before it starts “The ice cubes are gotten from filling an ice cube tray with unsweetened vanilla and almond milk with a sprinkle of ground cinnamon then freezing it” he explains as he puts me a glass.

I simply nodded and walked away. Following my meeting with Mr. Collins, I went to the nearest café to purchase my favorite treat. A vanilla macchiato and a blueberry muffin are on the menu. As soon as I walked into the café, I could smell the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. I walked up to the counter, a smile on my face. "Can you tell me what you'd like to order, Miss?" the lady inquired. "I'd like a cup of vanilla macchiato and a blueberry muffin, please," I said to the waitress.

I moaned before I even grabbed the coffee from her. I was about to drink but paused as the lid hit my lips and looked warily at Emma. ”I watched like an eagle as she made the coffee, you’re safe,” She said and raised her own cup before taking a sip. The caffeine was much welcomed as was the taste of vanilla that swirled in my mouth. It was love in a cup. ”Thank you,” She winked and walked over to the sofa and took a seat. ”How do you feel?” Her eyes weren't meeting mine as she spoke.

I was going to make the coffees, but Sandra politely shooed me away from the coffee counter. “Do you know what kind of coffee you sister and you would like? Sandra can make specialty coffee or regular.” Her eyes lit up when I mentioned specialty coffee. All of the important people here were coffee addicts, so we made sure to get the perfect setup in place to fulfill all of our addiction needs. “Is it possible to get iced coffee?” she asked Sandra, who nodded. “Wonderful! She loves vanilla or caramel iced coffee. I prefer vanilla or hazelnut if possible.”

“That is blasphemy, I presume?” “It is!” She mixes what’s in the bowl with gentle, graceful movements. “What’s there to hate about vanilla? It is peaceful and delicious and smells good.” “It is also boring.” Her head shoots up and her chin trembles the slightest bit. When she speaks, her voice sounds clogged like when someone is about to cry. “You think vanilla is boring?” “Sometimes.” “But why? There are a lot of things you can add vanilla to, like shampoos and shower gels and essential oils and…and… all the cakes and milkshakes and ice cream.”

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

“The ones we sell most are Cappuccino and Latte, sometimes Espresso and other times Americano.” “But when you look at the breakfast menu, the only thing we have on the list are; sandwiches and waffles.” “Which is great, but is quite limited. And because the breakfast options are limited, so are the coffee orders.” “For instance; rice pudding goes well with a cup of robust coffee” “What on earth is robust coffee?” Adrian exclaimed. “Cinnamon and vanilla mix.” Ivy winked. “Ohh” he exclaimed. “And there’s a pairing of donuts and milkshake, that goes well too, but we don’t have milkshake on the menu and neither do we have donuts.”

I agreed and went to the kitchen to make them iced coffee. I added a scoop of my favorite vanilla ice cream to the top of their cup for extra sweetness and sass. Placing the cups all on a huge tray, I slowly made my way to the living room. "Coffee delivery," I announced. They all rushed to grab their cups of coffee before returning to their seats. June took a sip and moaned. "Never gets old," she said.

“Hello, how can I help you?” “I’d like a venti, quad ristretto, half-decaf, iced cappuccino, extra hot, with almond milk, a dollop of traditional macchiato foam, fifteen pumps of sugar-free vanilla, and a double-blended layer of vanilla sweet cream cold foam on top, with a rim of dark caramel drizzle.” My ears cringed with every word he spoke, and I turned to my coworker, but she shook her head. “Sir, would you like anything else?”