Milkshake Emoji Novels & Stories

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?"

She swirling her hair around her finger as she smacked her gum as she awaited my answer. “Oh, that’s actually our specialty drink and it’s really good. We fresh squeeze oranges, add a couple pumps of sweetened condensed milk, mix that up and add carbonation to it. It’s like an Orange Creamsicle popsicle in soda form.” “Ugh, milk and orange juice together! That sounds disgusting,” she replied as she pretended to gag. “I’ll just have a vanilla milkshake. Surely you people wont' screw that up.” “I’ll have the same.” The girl next to her quickly spoke up, giving me a half smile and trying to diffuse the tension of that last snide remark. At least she seemed somewhat friendly and totally out of p

Alex wasn’t out yet. “Milkshake please.” Said a young woman who had just walked in with a baby in her arms. “Plain?” “Chocolate.” She replied and took a seat. I looked around and saw that in each cabinet, there were ingredients stocked. From cocoa powder, fresh milk, cream, coconut milk, strawberries, and other items needed to fix each other. I swung into action. I had seen Grandpa mix chocolate milkshakes before so this shouldn’t be hard. I started to reach for ingredients that I felt were necessary for the chocolate milkshake.

My curiosity getting the better of me. “Not exactly, just dropping in …” comes her reply. What is that supposed to mean? She hands me over a chocolate milkshake with strawberry pieces on top. I frown… how did she know this is how I like my milkshake, did I ask for this, I suddenly could not remember. “Oh, wow! Thank you! Did I ask for this?” I ask, feeling confused. “Uh hah” she hums. I sip on the milkshake she gave me, immediately I’m hit with the feeling of nostalgia, it tastes just like when Mama made them for me.

I bit my lip, evaded his gaze, and acted like I am stupid to not understand what his stare was about. We were standing in front of a fruit shake stall and the staff was smiling at me. "Need some refreshments to cool your head and talk out your misunderstanding?" she sounded so lively but her words made my cheeks blush in embarrassment. I shook my head. "We're not fighting "That's okay, Ma'am! Couples fight from time to time," she beamed, cutting me off before handing me their menu. "Our bestseller is the mango-lemon shake. It's so good, you'll forget all your troubles easily."

She sighed deeply, “Even so. You're not just some bystander picking fights. Look, your face is ruined.” “But I'm still handsome,” he said, blushing and smiling. “Your sweating,” she said, wiping his forehead. She looked at the table, “Oh, there's food. Did you cook?” She happily asked, “I brought a mango shake for you because it's delicious; it reminded me of you. And I gave one to Kuya David. It's not melted yet. Cheers,” she said excitedly and took out the mango shake from the plastic bag. “That's so big,” Lush said, “But thank you.”

I lied again. Her eyes sparkle. She hands me my milkshake. “Try this. You’ll like this.” It’s thick and slurpy. More sugar than substance. “So?” she prompts. “It’s good, right?” I tip my head. “It’s better than the burger.” “I love milkshakes. It’s the best.” I can’t resist, not when I see her hollow cheeks as she sucks in rapture, her eyelashes fluttering as she takes a greedy mouthful.

, I glared at her. "Don't act. Now tell me what happened?", She asked again. "I told you already", saying I took a seat in table and ordered my favourite chocolate milkshake. I really really love chocolate milkshake. And chocolates are my top favourites I don't think there would be any human in the world hates chocolate milkshake. If there is one then they might not be a human. After taking a sip my muscles relaxed. "Are you serious?", she asked with her eyes wide as saucers.

I gestured for the waiter standing in the corner to come. He approached with a huge smile and asked what can he get us. " One salted caramel milkshake for her and an americano for me please." Amya smiled at me and said, " It's like a restaurant inside your mansion." I chuckled at her innocent comment. " It is, yes." I said nonchalantly and Amya's jaw dropped in amazement.

Krys exclaimed as she was jumping to something I don’t know the reason. “Muff, the drinks. Please,” Mich pleaded and even wrapped her arms around me. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Pick. Come on. So that I can make it already,” I answered and prepared two lofty (large/tall) cups and one pygmy (small) cup for me. “Can I get Cookie Dough milkshake? Muff, with frappe and chocolate syrup. Please,” Mich said and so I raised my brow. “That syrup is not on the menu, Chi.” She just smiled at me and I glared at her. “Thank you, Muff! I love you, mwah!”