Espresso Cookie X Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes at his cup like there was nothing better in the world. She gave him a sideways look to answer but keep hiding her face. “I think they use espresso when making lattes? I only get those.” “Ah. I haven’t tried a latte. Are they good?” “Mmhmm.” A dark-haired man in a navy blue suit left the register holding a steaming cup of Joe, his coin tip still rattling in the jar as he walked away. The woman took his place to order. Elliott could tell she didn't want his attention, but that was too bad. She had it. He had to find out who did that to her. He had to help.

Sure enough, his voice slid across the mind-link and answered my unspoken suspicion. ‘Get me a large, iced caramel macchiato with four pumps of vanilla—not the sugar free shit they have, and extra caramel drizzle. If Katie’s at the register, tell her I want coconut cold foam on top. She’ll know what to do. Oh, and have them make the three shots ristretto. It’s just too bitter if they aren’t, completely ruins the flavor of the drink.’ I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting off the headache that was already forming.

“I thought you left?” “Two things,” I said, as if we’d never stopped our conversation. “First of all, this is only okay coffee. I got you a mocha, a latte, and a cappuccino. Chances are, you won’t like that last one. But everyone should try one at least once in their lives.”

“She likes fluffy.” I swatted him with a napkin and he grinned like the devil. The rest of the tasting went the same way, bites of cake, tiny sips of sparkling juice, and kisses that made me forget why we were even there. I felt like the whole world had melted into buttercream and laughter and the warmth of Adriano’s touch. We were down to the last two slices. The bakery assistant placed them on the table, “This one is dark chocolate espresso with a caramel core,” she said, “And the other is vanilla bean with honeycomb crunch.”

Sometimes, I get six or eight pumps of syrup in a cup of coffee, and he ends up spitting it out of his fucking mouth. Sometimes, I get him a cappuccino. Mind you, it’s not because I do not like his taste of coffee, I simply wish to infuriate the hell out of him. I get him a plain Cappuccino since I wanted him to taste the roast espresso. The Cappuccino has a bold coffee flavor from the espresso, with a hint of sweetness from the milk. The rich texture was my favorite part! This cup of coffee was dense but still lighter than a latte, and some part of me wished he would like it just as much as he likes the Iced Shaken Expresso, but he never sips it long enough to savor the taste. He simply spi

“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?”

Not my regular choice, but I’m willing to try it for Lola. “Like most dense cookies, shortbreads are best when dunked,” Lola explains, seeing my quizzical look. Damn, she’s observant too. She and Damien show the technique in unison, making me swoon internally. Inviting him might have been too much. I can’t handle both him and Lola simultaneously. How she and Damien interact makes me flutter with some severe need. “Then, I have to try it now,” I say, using my latte. I’m pleasantly surprised by how soft it gets with steamed milk. I have had these cookies before, but this time is like a whole new experience.

"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

He handed it to her. Kelsey took a sip and sighed contentedly. Matcha latte with soy milk and an extra shot of espresso. He knew her well and it was not one way either. It was reciprocated, she knew he secretly like his rose latte with extra caramel sauce even though he would go for a normal latte with less sugar whenever they weren't alone. Judging by how he didn't clamp his mouth tightly after taking a sip as if he just swallowed a stone but trying to look cool while doing it, she could tell that he was having a rose latte now.

"Black coffee, that's why it's bitter. That's how bitter your life is with Captain. Hera immediately slapped her when she saw that Lianne was stunned. It's possible to be like this but there is sugar, eh. Add a few more tablespoons of sugar plus creamer to make their relationship with Zyd better! Simple equations, more difficult. Moments later they were both surprised when Henrik came in and ordered a Latte. The young man's face brightened when he saw her and did not hesitate to approach him. "Min Dam! How are you? It's been a while" he smiled and sat down in front of her.