Lemonade Poems の小説・ストーリー

Chloe still remained humble but she was very displeased by what happened. "Very good student. Now I shall have something that melts my heart. Or a drink to lighten up my Mood, Or the drink that will lead me straight to heaven, Or the drink that could lead me to eternal Darkness, Or..." Remi made an order with such a complex description. "So you want Iced Peach Green Tea Lemonade? Ms. Remi" Chloe said as she emphasized calling Remi miss. "Hmmm... no no no, that's kind of leads me to natural spring." Remi nodded saying no and corrected Chloe.

Determined to shake off the weariness of their journey, she decided to concoct a refreshing drink for both of them. She sliced fresh lemons with expert precision, carefully squeezed the juice into a crystal-clear pitcher, and added a generous amount of ice. The citrusy aroma filled the air, invigorating their senses. She then muddled mint leaves and added a splash of soda water, creating a refreshing mojito. The clinking of ice against the glass was like a symphony, promising a moment of relaxation.

She would often think to herself, 'Just how long does Vincent plan to keep this up? In the past, no matter how upset she became, he would always be the first to apologize. Yet, his fit of jealousy had dragged on for such a long time this time! Soon, she had no time to think about him as Lily had caused a huge blunder. Flora had first given her an internship, and that had led to a permanent position. Lily climbed the ranks quickly and made it into management after that because she was related to Flora as her cousin-in-law. Then, someone reported that Lily had secretly leaked bid prices to a competitor, causing massive losses to the company.

She quickly schooled her face though and retook my arm. “My hero.” I smiled. “I told you I’d keep you safe. I’m the best bodyguard you’ll ever have.” She laughed but there was a hitch in it. Taking a breath and walking forward, I pointed out the food court. “Alright. I wanted to grab a large lemonade. There is this place; it sells only corn dogs, which seems silly but they also have the best lemonade! You can put different flavors into it. It’s crazy! By far my favorite is the cherry.”

Leon nodded "go ahead order whatever you would like. I'll take my usual Debbie." "What's a chocimi shake" asked Mackayla? "It's chocolate, cinnamon, whole milk and mint ice cream mixed it's very good." "Okay I will have one of those with a small glass of apple juice please." "Okay I will be back shortly with your drinks." As she walked away a young man walked up and set five glasses of water on the table, "hey Leon" he said. "Hey Toby" Leon said back "what's up with you today?"

And from what I could see—with green crème de menthe—it seemed I fixed a Grasshopper drink for Adessa. There was only less than fifteen minutes left, so I immediately swung into action and whipped up the first drink. I made the Mango Daiquiri, as this was what I could remember vividly. Once it was inside the shaker, I passed it to Landon to continue shaking it until it was well-chilled, while I moved on to the Tom Collins drink. After mixing and getting the right combination, I garnished it with a lemon wedge and a cherry. Then, I moved on to the green drink—the one for Adessa. Like the first two, I just let my hands move on their own while praying to Selene that I would not lose my concentr

I prompted gently. She nodded, her smile fading. “All of my fruit trees died during the infestation. I’m most upset about my prized lemon tree. I always loved making fresh lemonade from it.”

"Would you like to take a walk in the garden? The greenhouse is nice, but the outdoor paths are open to us today." "I’d love to," I said, closing my book. We walked out into the sun-drenched gardens. The air was crisp, but the sun was warm on my shoulders. As we walked, Darian began to talk about Southern poetry. "In the South, we believe that words have their own scent," he explained as we passed a row of blooming lilies. "We have poets who spend their entire lives trying to capture the feeling of the first rain after a drought. They use a structure called 'The Golden Verse'. It’s patterned, like a heartbeat."

Lemon called out, but her voice was so soft that Mable did not hear. So, Little Lemon picked up the ringing phone and received the call. “Mabes,” Blair’s voice was heard over the phone. Lemon looked at the phone curiously, imitating her mommy's actions and placing it near her ear. She said in her sweet voice, "Mommy is bathing." When Blair heard that voice, he hesitated momentarily, trembling slightly. "Little Lemon." Hearing someone call her, Little Lemon babbled, "Are you looking for Mommy? Mommy is taking a bath. Wait. She will sing Twinkle, Twinkle later."

But with Celeste still in his heart, Damon couldn't help but feel a twinge of emotion. He spooned some soup and fed it to Leo. In the past, when he and Celeste were inseparable, he used to feed her like this. Now, feeding their child together, his heart softened with tenderness. "Have you read Atticus's poetry?" Damon asked. Leo obediently drank the soup before replying, "Which one?" "Celestial Night, Whispering Wind,'" Damon began. "Painted tower to the west, fragrant hall to the east,'" Leo continued.