Coklat Panas Malam Musim Dingin My Cafe นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Shall we?” His features harden. “Who are you texting?” “Just someone.” He puckers his lips into a thin line, but he gives up. “Fine.” The coffee shop is across Whitlock, so we don’t need to walk any further. Kristoff lines up at the counter service as usual, and I don’t need to tell him what I want to drink since we do this all the time. When he returns, he’s holding a tray of Frappuccino and Americano, as well as macarons.

Clinton opened the car door for me and went to drive after I was seated ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ VINA'S POV We got to Coffee Cartel and grabbed a seat close to the window. The air was refreshing and calming and the evening view of the city was nice. "Good afternoon ladies. Your orders please?" A male attendant walked up to us and asked "A black coffee with two spoons of sugar and a Cappuccino please" I listed "Cake or pastries?" He inquired "Red velvet and chocolate cake please" Kate smiled "I'd be right back" he turned to get our orders

Noel asked, typing on the chatbox below the video. “Nothing much.” The man said, scratching the back of his head. “I am just stuck with work. Help me, Noeell!” “That isn’t my problem.” Noel typed out, looking at the barista in front of him and pointed at the item on the menu on the counter. Caramel Boba tea. “Just one? Would you like whipped cream with that?” She asked, sneaking glances at him every now and then. Noel nodded and paid, taking his token, he took a seat at the corner of the café, finally turning his attention to the man on the screen, glaring at him.

Inside the cafe, the atmosphere was warm and cozy. It's the end of autumn in the human world and the snow is starting to fall making the air even colder. Having a cup of coffee or chocolate in this weather is a must. "One hot chocolate and coffee. And a Black coffee" Isabelle told the waiter her order. "Alright, just a moment miss" the waiter left after taking the note. "How do you know what I want to drink?" Victor asked her, they were sitting opposite each other at the table in front of the window.

Athena furrowed her brows in confusion. "Let's go to the amusement park now." ××÷×× “Athena.” Manda's voice was heard when Athena was changing clothes and immediately picked up her cellphone when she saw Manda's name written there. "What's up, Manda?" "I want to take you to the Chocolate Cafe that I told about yesterday." Manda yesterday told about a new Cafe that sells various types of chocolate in various dishes. There are cakes, cupcakes, drinks and various beautiful forms of chocolate. "I'm bored on holidays alone. Let's go, if you want I'll pick you up."

Andrius and Kraius were both weird. “I'll just order. Don't leave me, Kraius. Give it to me for free. It's for holding hands. You know, I'm faithful” she said to the young man. “Sure!” he agreed, nodding. Anya smiled as she went to the counter. It had been a long time since she last tasted her favorite coffee. He ordered a Caramel Macchiato while Kraius ordered Brewed Coffee. "Caramel Macchiato for Miss Anya!" shouted the barista.

She wonders where they were going? "Butter Studio." She read the sign written in the cafe. "Welcome to Butter studio," says the woman wearing a pastry chef hat. They sat on the block beside the glass window ornamented with a mini flower on the pot. They ordered a frosted cake minimally between layers and dressed in foliage and fruits, a Milo and Speculoos, Salted caramel and red velvet, an ice cream, and two chocolate cupcakes with almond and chocolate chips on top. "This is a new year treat. Congratulations on being the 100th customer. Enjoy your meal," says the woman who had served their order. The cafe gave them a hazelnut frappe as a new year threat.

Raising my eyebrows, I ask in a challenge, "But you'd swipe right on Tinder?" "Now that didn't exactly turn out in my favor, did it?" I chuckle. "No. No, it did not." Our server places Chloe's mug of hot water along with a container of different flavors of tea in front of her and a mug of coffee in front of me along with a small pitcher of creamer. "I have the cheesecake and brownie bites for you. The Cookie and fritters will be out shortly." "Sounds good. Thank you."

A few customers sat scattered around, some engrossed in their laptops, others lost in their own world, sipping their drinks silently. Anton and I approached the counter, placing our orders. The barista, a tired-looking young woman with a ponytail, worked swiftly, her movements practiced as she poured steamed milk into a cup and drizzled caramel over the foam. Moments later, she handed me my caramel macchiato, its warmth seeping into my fingers as I cradled the cup. Anton received his drink—a simple black coffee, no sugar, no cream. I wasn’t surprised. With our drinks in hand, we scanned the room for a table. Finding one near the window, overlooking the dimly lit street outside, didn't take l

Seah’s Point Of View “Miss,” A customer called me and I immediately brought her to their table while wearing a purple skirt that went past her knees and a white polo shirt on top of it. I also had an apron on with a slight touch of purple laces. But over all it was white. My duty hours are from 6pm to 12 midnight today. The cafe is pretty full because most of our customers today are call center agents or college students who are going home after class at night. “A mocaccino and a red eye miss, then two salted caramel cupcakes,” she immediately listed her order and moved on to another customer at the other table.