Latte Cookie X Almond Cookie Novels & Stories

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

I placed my hand over his, making him look at me. “It would be, just be positive. You guys will win.” He gave me a lopsided grin and squeezed my hand in gratitude. I pulled my hand away and rested on the chair. At this moment the waitress came with my coffee and it looked really creamy. “Alright love.” she said while placing the cup on the table. “Prepare to be amazed, so this is a quad long shot grande in a venti cup, half calf double cupped no sleeve, salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla, substituted with 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha, and substituted with 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut, half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream, extra hot extra fo

And the way she was holding his arm was proof of how much he allowed her to. “I need two of your almond cookies with Matcha latte”. She ordered in a rude tone. Caterina looked at her, briefly looking at Hugo who saw her but didn't respond to her eyes. “Eyes up here”. The girl waved her hand in front of Caterina to get her attention. “Yes Ma’am”. She said in her signature soft tone and turned to pick her cookies and turned on the machine for Matcha Latte. She was sure she had never seen this girl before so how did she order the specific cookies??

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.

Throwing that question also revealed my lack of knowledge of the baking world. "Sure, you can. You can put everything to make tasty cookies." She smiled, which showed wisdom through the wrinkles on her face. She was around Dad's age or probably a bit older. "I'm just asking because pups usually love macaroons, too. And the key ingredient is almond flour." "But I buy almond, not almond flour." "That's why you might need almond flour for macaroons." She winked, and I couldn't help but laugh. I just realized she lured me to buy more.

I am not on social media so I probably shouldn't worry about that. But what if my co-workers saw it...what if... "Lena". His voice cuts into my thoughts. I blinked. "You can trust me". Wait what? How did he read my mind? "I’ll have the special house blend latte, but make it with oat milk instead of regular, extra shot of espresso, and a touch of cinnamon on top.and one of those fresh blueberry muffins if they’re still warm,please.” He said all of a sudden. I blinked and nodded slowly then pulled the window to the kitchen area.

Lena chuckles. “Lemme feed you!” I say as I run my hand to Lena’s mouth. “Ngap….” She opens her mouth and eats the cookie. “Mmm...” She chews the cookie and I eat mine. “Mmm… I love the flavor but I usually bought the peanut one” I say as chew the cookie.

The lock she had targeted just fluttered back into her face. Teresa’s serene gaze settled on a tray of lemon cookies; their raspberry glaze was glistening with a mix of a frosty outer layer and the edible glitter that Charlotte had found in a back shelf. “I think we would like two dozen of those, please.” Charlotte’s smile shot into a genuine one, and she rushed to locate a travel box. “These are my favorites,” Lotte stuttered, hurrying to get the cookies packaged and yet also minding to handle them with care. “I am thinking of doing some blueberry cookies tomorrow, with a dark cherry glaze… In case you want to come back.”

“I said thank you elegantly.” “You curtsied,” Bianna said. “Because I have culture.” I walked over to the island and picked up one of the cups from the cooler still sitting open. The label was neat, ivory white, the lettering embossed. Portland Artisan Gelato. Pistachio Sicilian. Dark Chocolate Sea Salt. Vanilla Bean. Strawberry Mascarpone. Dulce de leche. I stopped at the last flavor. Dulce de leche. Bianna’s eyes followed mine. “That one hasn’t been opened. He said maybe the adults would like it.”

I glanced at the half cookie in my hand wondering if it was not the same one in my hand. “Did you make different batters?" I asked. “No, it's the same one." Selene shook her head. "Let me try it.” Sasha grabbed another cookie and in the same way, she gagged and dropped it too. "I guess your cookies are the anti pregnancy ones,” I chuckled and pulled the plate towards me. "I will eat enough for both of you.” "This is rather humbling.” Selene took her seat. "I'm sorry, Selene.” Kayla covered her mouth.