Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

She’s beamed. “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I smiled. Leah turned to look at the girl beside her, saying, “This is my assistant, Maya, and we brought you some Biscotti.” “What are those?” I peered at the container. “Oh, I forgot you aren’t Italian. Well, they are cookies suitable for dipping in coffee or wine,” Leah explained. How did she know I liked cookies? Maya smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I shrugged it off, guessing she might have had a misunderstanding with her boss. She extended the container to me, and I collected it, expressing gratitude. Maybe I could invite them in for some company.

Madeleine announced, padding barefoot back into the room with a ceramic tray balanced in her hands, her alpaca socks were now gone. Three mugs of chamomile tea and a little plate stacked with what looked like cookies, pale, crumbly things dotted with nuts and seeds. Her eyes flicked between me and Vince, her smile as soft as ever, “I didn’t know if you were hungry, Vincenzo, but it’s chamomile. And vegan cookies, oat flour, almond butter, flaxseed, no dairy, no eggs. I make them all the time for my friends,” she said.

Madison blinked in confusion. Miranda took a cookie. "Thank you." "How is it? Does it taste good?" Madison gazed at Miranda with eyes full of anticipation, like a child hoping for praise. "It's delicious, not too sweet," Miranda replied. "I knew it! I've tried so many brands, and this one's the best chocolate cookie!" Madison beamed, then turned toward Sebastian. "Would you like one?" "No, thanks," he replied politely. "Too many calories. It'll make me gain weight."

“Some prick bumped into me, and I dropped the cakes.” “Mother fucker.” She slaps her hand over her mouth. Gutter mouth is genetic. Mikayla opens the box and looks inside. “Fuuuuck.” “I know right.” I sit across from her. “Didn’t even apologize.” Marco brings me an espresso coretto. It’s just coffee with a bit of brandy, though knowing Marco it’s probably brandy with a bit of coffee. I got a liquor license just so we can make these. Who knew it’d be so damn popular for people to have a little something extra in their morning coffee, especially in the winter season. A splash of amoretto in the affogato is also popular on hotter days like today.

Maybe I am just scared of saying the wrong thing. ME Do you enjoy your coffee? MAREN Yes, I did. I do like to have more of the cookies. I sat up, reading the text. I could feel the corner lips tugging up. ME Oh, I could order some for you, if you want?. MAREN I do like that but not today. ME Alright then. I will order it tomorrow for you. It should arrive at your door before you go to work. MAREN Oh you don't have to do that. Thank you.

I exclaimed and went out immediately. I did not wait for his response anymore since I know that he will just ignore me like the usual. The moment I came inside, the sweet mixed aroma of coffees lingers inside my nostrils, making me crave for a Macchiato all of a sudden. “I would like one Cinnamon-Sugar Churros with Cajeta,” I started to order while looking up on the menu. “Also, one Caramel Macchiato, please. One espresso will do and make it a little foamier.” I added.

He ordered quickly, eyes flicking between the menu and his phone. When he got his drink, he snapped a picture and sent it without thinking. The label on the side read: ICED LATTE — OAT — 1 PUMP VAN _JPEG_ : (photo) i have human fuel MegaMax_31: since when do you do vanilla? _JPEG_ : i pressed the wrong button MegaMax_31: coward Jamie took a sip as he turned toward the door, the sweetness subtle, almost comforting. “Caramel macchiato for Max!”

Now you've made me spill my tea, you will pay. Charity> Don't worry I am coming for you, I'd make you spill your tea even more but for now I gotta go cause I'm quite busy. Chat you up lera goat. Goat. Yes sometimes she calls Cookie that and the funny thing is that Cookie doesn't find it annoying like the way Martina's does. Cookie> (*waving sticker) okay bye goat. Cookie finished eating and placed the tray on her bedside locker before she fell on her bed again. Her hands were under her head while her face was up looking at the ceiling and contemplating if she should send fabby a text.

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she asked. “I definitely do and it was all worth it,” I replied. “Now we just wait for the cookies to cool a bit then we can pass it round.” “You need a jar for Adriano’s batch?” she asked. “Is it necessary?” I asked. “He can always come get some from the fridge.” "It's not the same for him and you know it. He has an obsession with the cookies you make that I can't seem to understand," she said. Yes, he did and I secretly loved that he was obsessed with it. It made me feel good in a way that I couldn’t understand.