Coffee 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.

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.

"First time here?" I nodded, oddly touched by his welcome. "Then you have to try our house special – Colombian beans with a hint of vanilla and orange zest. Trust me, it'll change your life." "That sounds... nice." When was the last time I'd ordered coffee just because it sounded nice, not because it was what Kyle preferred?

Her scent was actually quite contrary to the way she looked. She had a voluptuous body with caramel skin, curly hair with a part on the side, full lips with red lipstick, and beautiful eyes with a button nose. She smelt like vanilla and flamboyancy. "A famous drink enjoyed by Kim K a mother of two who settled down since her days of running with Paris Hilton but when she kicks back she enjoys a White Russian. A drink composed of a delicate yet stern mix of Vodka, Coffee liqueur, and a few touches of fresh cream." Tony said as he mixed it and presented it to her. She had a surprised smile.

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.

He served me and sat down next to me, I took the coffee and drank it, it's a choco coffee, its chocolate bites and sweetness on my tongue. I was surprised when he quickly kissed my lips, our eyes met, I raised an eyebrow at him, he just grinned. "I just removed the Chocolate from the side of your lips." "Is it sweet?" "Hmm..." I looked at him and asked. "Thyro Raven, why are you addicted to a coffee?" none of my own question. He looked at me and smiled. "Cause I chose to have coffee rather than women," he said. I frowned. "What's the connection?" I asked confused. He sighed and faced me.

“I could’ve ordered for myself.” “Sure,” she says, her grin widening. “But you would’ve picked something boring, so I saved you the trouble.” Minutes later, her drinks arrive, each one as extravagant as her descriptions. The vanilla frappuccino is crowned with a mountain of whipped cream, caramel drizzle cascading over the sides like a golden waterfall. The matcha frappuccino boasts a vibrant green hue, its whipped cream piled high and adorned with a web of chocolate drizzle. Beside them, my cold brew sits quietly, a splash of oat milk swirling in its depths—a minimalist contrast that feels almost laughable next to her sugary masterpieces.

I asked. Marley smiled at me. “Yeah, that sounds nice. Do you have anything other than tea?” “Hmm, I have coffee. But no decaf. Oh, wait. I can make hot cocoa,” I offered. She bit her lip. “Do you have marshmallows?” Her sweetness was so endearing. “I do, fancy ones, in fact.” “Fancy ones? What are fancy marshmallows?” “Ones made with vanilla beans for the really bougie clients,” I said through a chuckle. “So, hot cocoa with fancy marshmallows?”

She shook her head, not accepting it, then said, “ No no. It's my fault, I should have told you it was hot.” I laughed at her, fiddling with her head and overthinking all of it. I took up the class this time and maintained eye contact with her then I blew the scent towards my nose and savored the delicious scent before I sipped it slowly..I moaned out, “ It's so good. What's this?” She said sweetly, almost sweeter than what I had in my hands, “ Vanilla mocha.” I grew intrigued because my usual drunk routine was black coffee with a touch of whipped cream.

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.