Coffee And Vanilla Novels & Stories

“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?”

She carefully measured the beans and ground them to the perfect texture, making sure not to leave any lumps. Next, she boiled a pot of water and added a filter to it, placing the freshly ground coffee beans inside the filter. Evelyn took note of Alaric's preference, and added just the right amount of coffee grounds, without making the coffee too strong or too weak. As the coffee brewed, Evelyn decided to make a special addition to the coffee. She rummaged through the pantry and came across a bottle of French vanilla syrup, which she thought would be the perfect addition to the coffee. Evelyn added just a splash of the syrup to the coffee, which would add an aromatic flavor to the already per

She took out a small cup and asked him, “Do you want me to place two scoops of vanilla and top it with the remaining mango?” “That won’t be a weird mix, is it?” “It shouldn’t be. Vanilla’s quite universal and goes well with most flavors.” “Do that, then.” “Anything else?” He squinted. Would she want company as she enjoys her ice cream? Or would she want an extra cup? “Give me another cup of vanilla.” “Cool. Toppings?”

Hailey's soft laugh suddenly reached his ears and he stared down to find her giving him a helpless look. "Hand me the red-looking one and the yellow one," she instructed. "You're going to love a mix of strawberry and vanilla." Strawberry and vanilla. Wasn't that a weird combination? Kendrick's eyes surveyed the bottles again. He found the said colors and retrieved them before closing the glass. "Is that healthy?" He couldn't help but ask as he handed her the bottles.

*Cynamon* The warm, sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate fills the kitchen as I stand at the counter, my apron tied snugly around my waist, flour dusting my fingertips. I hum softly to myself, the rhythm of my mixing spoon creating a melody that dances through the air.

Even though she wanted to refuse, in fact, Shanum couldn't, especially when this woman who was slightly taller than Shanum pulled her hand, taking her to the café next to the hospital. It seems like a new café built. You can see from the equipment inside that looks like it looks new and smells of paint from outside the café. But when you enter the café, you immediately smell the air freshener with the aroma of vanilla. Following the name of this café, Vanilla Café.

I take a sip of the coffee to swallow the bile down too. It’s nice. Annoyingly nice. I’m surprised he even knows how I take my coffee. ‘Stalker!’ Zanthe snaps, and I bite back a laugh. “Mmm, how did you know I like vanilla lattes?” I ask the stalker in front of me. He smiles like that’s some sort of achievement. “I paid attention.” ‘Yeah, I bet you fucking did. What else have you been watching, you perve?’ Zanthe mutters, and I have to clamp down on another laugh.

~~VANESSA~~ I sat on one of the seats in the coffee shop waiting patiently for Wayne to show up. This was better than dining with a stranger. I couldn't help but think about the time Raymond and I went on a date and he almost died from an allergy attack. Sigh. I should have let him die. “Here is your double espresso with a splash of vanilla, ma'am,” The waiter said, placing my cup of coffee on the table before me. A smile formed on my lips as I grabbed the cup from the table. “Thank you,” I said, but he had already begun to walk off.

It was a conundrum that he decided to push from his head for the moment. Tony padded out into the living room and refilled his Black Widow mug with the last of the coffee. Lest he face Dillon's wrath, he had to put on another pot for him. Adrenaline was only a short term wake-up call and he'd want his coffee. If he could even call it coffee. Tony smiled to himself as he thought about the mock debates they had gotten into over coffee. For him, black was the way to go. For Dillon, well he liked brown milk. Lots of Splenda and french vanilla creamer. It was a travesty and an insult to the wonderful botanical and drink known as coffee. Despite their disagreement on the most ethical way to drink

He asked, taking up a notepad, completely oblivious to the fact that we were checking him out. “Uhh, I don't think I'll be joining you for breakfast. Already had breakfast before coming over” Charisa said “What about you, Hazel?” Dunlop turned to me. “I think I might also go with waffles and some coffee” I answered “Waffles and some coffee,” he repeated, writing it down. “Caramel flavor right?” he asked. He still remembered. While we were married I always struggled to pick between caramel and vanilla flavor for my coffee and I finally settled with caramel flavor and I couldn't believe that after all those years he still remembered