Novel & Cerita Kindle Matcha

I go over to Marcia and take a seat opposite her. “You’re on time. Our little chat earlier must have really shaken you up.” She moves her hands and places them over mine. “What do you want, Marcia?” “You’re in a hurry. Calm down, Mel. You haven’t even had anything to drink yet. They sell the best matcha here.” I keep trying to control my frustration. It’s like I’m a ticking bomb about to explode. “I’m not interested in having anything to drink, Marcia. Let’s get to the point.”

I said in a chirpy tone and gave him a teasing grin. He grumbled on his seat and grabbed the mug of matcha on the table. “Will you just drop it?” He says irritably before taking a sip from his new drink. As he did, his eyes widened before looking at it. “What’s this thing called?” I looked at him weirdly. “Um...Matcha. I just told you that. Haven’t you tried it before?” “No.” He admitted, his eyes still fixated on the green drink as he took another sip. “It’s really good. Way better than coffee.” He says as he chugs it all down. “Alright. Let’s get started with our research.”

“Try this one.” She was now entirely focused on the dessert and did not realize how overly-considerate and intimate his actions were. She opened her mouth. The matcha dessert was entirely different from the small strawberry cake. The taste was slightly more subtle, but it was still just as tasty. She ate every single dessert with single-minded devotion. Mark simply sat next to her, sipping on his cup of americano. His eyes brimming with smiles. “I’ll have someone send a box over to you every day if you like them that much.”

The forty-minute-long session ended minutes later, and I felt so drained I couldn’t even think straight. Thankfully, Kane arrived then with a cup of my favorite matcha latte. I received it gracefully, and my heart warmed when I took a sip of it. “I assumed it’d be cold by now.” I stared at him as he made himself comfortable on the couch Emmerson had just stood up from. Though seeing him positioned there felt wrong, for reasons I couldn’t comprehend.

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

Twenty minutes pass and I am only on the second page. The phone rings and saves me the agony. "Hey baby girl," I hear Jade's chirpy voice as soon as I answer. "Hey you," I say, lying on the couch. "How is it?" she asks. "It's nice. I haven't had the chance for a tour but the cabin is amazing," I say, looking at the chandelier above me. It is rustic and matches the decor in the cabin. I find it mesmerizing to look at.