Coffee And Vanilla Novels & Stories

‘Will talk to you again, bye. Irina: ‘Bye, Jamia.’ I grabbed the tall half full cup of iced coffee and positioned the white thin paper straw into my mouth. I sipped from the cup and tasted the sweet white whip cream on top of the coffee and then came the light taste of coffee with a combination of vanilla sweetness into my mouth. I put down the cup, and continued to fastly hit the letters from the laptop keyboard with my stick thin fingers. I added about three to five sentences in a paragraph.

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.

The asshole, first time I take him serious, I have to strip "No" He pouts "That's boring" "No one was asking you" Ber says, the spoon already in his hand "There are reasons why no one listens to Coco, Brat" I don't say anything to him, cause he's obviously right, Chocolate is a high maintenance risk, if that's a thing before I drink it. Hot liquid burns in my throat, causing me to cough, hard. Caramel's rubbing my back as I look at Coco. There are tears in my eyes as he says "Ah well, Vanilla isn't good with wine"

"My treat. I owe you a coffee at the least." "Sounds good," he replies, with the kind of smile that suggests that ice cream is just an excuse for hanging around a while longer. And as he smiles, his face transforms. He becomes an attractive man. At the bar, I juggle change in my pocket. "What are you having?" "Er, not sure. What have they got?" "They do a bitter chocolate and sour cherry that's to die for." "Oh, that's a bit powerful for me." He sniffs. "I'll have the vanilla." Of course you will... You're a good man, but I think you'll always choose the vanilla...

She asked, pulling out a hundred bucks from her purse. "Banana cream and a little chocolate at the top...it shouldn't be too creamy though." "You're not buying a tea, what sort of combination is that?" She huffed and he shrugged. "That's how I take my cream." Ashley sighed, getting down the car and walking to the shop. It was a guy and he looked young...maybe nineteen or twenty. Smiling at him, she passed the note and ordered. "A medium-sized cup of Vanilla and Coffee mixed and a Banana Cream with a little chocolate on top, it Should not be too creamy." She said and the guy frowned.