Minuman Long Ellen Novels & Stories

Oh gods, no. Because she’s right. The awkward flirting, the misunderstandings, the weird tension… Most of it happened inside Ellen’s Diner. A front row seat. She had a front row seat to all our drama. Even Dominicus lets out a small, huffing laugh—barely more than a breath, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. Eleanor walks to the side of the room where a ceramic kettle rests on a little iron stand. Probably in a bid to get something to do, she decides to get the tea herself and not have it magically appear in front of us. “Would either of you like some more tea?”

There were many attendees. But Ellen wasn’t particularly close to most of them. After making small talk for a while, she retreated to the side to eat. As Ella nibbled on a small cake, she asked, “Ellen, isn’t there even one you like?” “No.” Ellen shook her head. “I’m just here to appease my dad.” “Got it. I’ll keep your secret,” Ella smiled. While they were chatting, a young man approached. “Miss Wood, my name is Tyler Hemsworth. May I have the honor of a drink with you?” he asked politely.

“Live dangerously, huh?” “I totally will,” Annie said, feeling wicked. “I’ll accept a glass, with thanks.” “Done.” Elise turned to the others. “Champagne all around?” “Coffee for me, please,” Naomi said. “A latté, if you have it.” “We have it and coming right up. The rest of you?” It was bubbly for everyone else, so Elise nodded at her assistant Colin. The man dashed off, and returned within minutes with chilled Champagne in elegant flutes with the longest, slimmest, most delicate stems that the women had ever seen.

Her mother explains. "Well, if you don't want tea, let me grab some tequila." Ellen was about to get up from her position, when Mrs. Rose cut her in. "Don't bother." "Oh don't tell me Mrs. Rose that you only drink wine! Is it too improper for you to have a shot of tequila, huh?" Ellen laughs, mocking the lady. "Woman, let loose!" Mrs. Rose, clearly remembers the day she found out about Ellen visiting some random adult clubs. It was a shocking event for her as Ellen always looked like the perfect version of their grandmother, at least to the family.

The girl had long brown hair, her eyes glowing. "Uh, water?" Ellie asked. Melody nodded and smiled before looking at Amanda. "Listen, I'm going to have to try this Red Sunset drink just without any of the vampiry things," Amanda replied. "I don't like blood." Melody laughed lightly and nodded, writing down a note on her pad. "I'll just have water, too," Stefano said with a grin at Melody. She looked over at Stefano and winked before she turned to Marcus. "Your usual?"

Starters Broth ------------------ 2 Thiánden Clam Soup ------------ 3 Thiánden Drinks Juice ------------------ 1 Thiánden Beer ------------------- 3 Thiánden Wine ------------------ 3 Thiánden Meals Grilled Tenderloin with rice ------------ 2 Wievta Seafood special with rice ------------ 3 Wievta Desserts Salad ----------------- 2 Thiánden Ellaine ordered Clam Soup, Wine(she’s in legal age now so it’s tolerable), Grilled Tenderloin, and Salad. The service was fast. In less than a minute, her orders were delivered on her table. Work of magic, perhaps? “That would be Three Wievta and Three Thiánden, ma’am.” Before she could look for the needed coins to pay, the door swung open and Finrod dashe

she commented shaking her head at the ridiculous menu before she went to shower and brush her teeth. Then they both wore a pair of shorts and a tank top, Carl put in an old movie and made popcorn and sweet nut mix while Elise made a cocktail punch from sprite, vodka and watermelon juice. They both curled up on the couch and began eating the popcorn while watching the antics of Audrey Hepburn.

Cinnamon. I smell it the moment Marlene sets the cup on her desk. Oat milk latte, extra shot, cinnamon dust on top. Elena’s exact order from five years ago. The one I memorized after our third date when she mentioned—just once, in passing—that most baristas get it wrong. "She's in meetings all morning," Marlene says before I can ask. Her tone is gentle. Pitying, maybe. "Then calls with Tokyo. Then a site visit."

“Please give me five minutes, Sir. I’ll have to call my manager for the key.” “Sure. Glasses. Ice for mine.” The kid’s hands shook like he was handling nitroglycerin. I didn’t care why; I just liked the way the room bent when I spoke. We moved to the booth. The bottles arrived on silver — mine dark and lethal, hers amber and ancient. She sipped and her eyes widened; the liquor was probably worth more than her tuition. “My name is Julian. What’s yours?” “Elena.” “Elena,” I repeated, tasting it. “Beautiful name. I like it. What do you do?”