Miss Not So Sidekick Latte Novels & Stories

Kurt said and Annika just agreed, they all pile into Kurt's car, and he drives them to his house and back to his office. Kurt was back in the office and had tons of paperwork to do and documents to review about the current project he was working on. He called Jasper and told him that he needed a refreshment. Jasper went out and got him Iced Caramel Macchiato. It's a vanilla-flavored espresso drink with cold milk, ice, and a drizzle of caramel. ‘You should be needing one of these Sir Kurt. It seems that you’re struggling a lot lately with the project.” Jasper concernedly said as he handed him the refreshment.

she chirped, “I’m Maddie, I’ll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you fine folks something to drink?” “We’re not sure what is available, Maddie,” Lucian said gravely. “Oh! Well, we have soda, tea, water, and beers.” “Tea,” I said, seeing some confusion on both twins’ faces. We had tea and alcohol, but soda didn’t get brought through the barrier often. I only knew about it from ads. “Sure, darlin’,” Maddie said. “What about you two?” “Tea,” Lucian and Kieran said together.

I went downstairs and saw Josh and Marissa in the living room. “Where are you off to?” Josh asked. “I’m meeting Jason for pizza,” I said. Jason was nineteen and worked for Josh. We sparred together at the gym but he wasn’t much competition for me. He was raised as an outcast and we weren’t tight like I was with Gunnar, but we got along. “Don’t drink and drive,” Josh said and I chuckled as I walked to my Jeep. Drinking and driving was the least of my problems. Chrissie was already sitting in the front seat as I climbed in and started the Jeep.

Chapter 5 Of course, the Creeper was giving me a knowing smile....how did they come here before me? Did it take that long for me to get my Venti white chocolate mocha, quad shot, ten pumps of sugar-free vanilla, extra hot, no whip made with almond milk? I always ordered it, and by now, the guys at the coffee store knew me by name, face, and order. They were the only ones who missed me when I was out with the flu. Felt nice when they said, ", Hey, where have you been, long time...or I was starting to get worried you moved".

It felt like a joke. If kindness got crushed and hard work only earned suspicion— Then someone else could deal with this thankless mess from now on. *** My closure notice blew up both group chats. The pickup station chat went completely insane. [What happened? Why'd it close?] [@Annie, what's going on? Why shut it down all of a sudden?] [My package is still in there! Do I seriously have to grab it tonight?] [So where are deliveries supposed to go now? This is ridiculous.]

“Your server will be with you shortly.” “Thank you.” I nod slightly as I peek over at the menu. To my surprise it’s the same restaurant that Deven treated me to when I first found him. I smile as I rub Missy’s back. “What would you like to drink?” I ask as she finally pushes herself upright. “I usually go for tea or cola.” She’s finally coming out of her fright. “Are you okay with me moving to the other side? I think facing each other makes for nicer conversation.”

Maddie was nowhere to be found and all I met was a fuming Spaniard, tapping his fingers on the counter. "How hard is it to get a barista here?" He said, his grey orbs gleaming. "I'm really sorry, sir," I said, and grabbed a notebook. "Winslow, give me my usual. Hazlo rápido," "Pumpkin cold brew?" "No, the other usual," "Green tea Frappuccino, Grande?" I asked. "Si," "Coming right up," I said, trying to sound cheerful. As I grabbed a cup and a sharpie, Mr. Decarlo eyed me closely.

After everything he had been through, he needed this break to bask in the love and miracles around him. Abel raised his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip, failing to hide the scrunching of his nose. He groaned, looking at Ashlyn. "I miss Kass' coffee." Abel sighed. "Mila found this special decaf blend at the market and refuses to let me drink any of the good stuff," he pouted, placing his cup to the side of the screen. Ashlyn covered her laugh with her hand. She's just looking out for you, Ashlyn answered, knowing that she would have done the same had she been in Mila's position. Anything that might help to prolong his life for just a little longer was worth trying.

’ I assured him as I pulled out of my hidden garage and headed for my office. “Text Kurt,” I instructed my onboard computer. “Texting Kurt.” The computer voice responded. “What is your message?” “I’m on my way. How does your friend take her coffee?” I asked. “Message sent.” It only took a couple of minutes before I got a response. “New message from Kurt.” The computer announced. “Don’t tell me you fell asleep in your lab again. Just make sure you get there on time. And from what I remember, she drinks quad shot caffe macchiato, which means a quad shot espresso with frothy milk.”

Or the van idling illegally in a loading zone across from the café. He notices when one of the men looks at his watch. When the other touches his ear like he’s listening to someone. A prickle of unease crawls up Luca’s neck. Too coordinated. Too focused for a casual smoke. Mia steps back out, receipt in hand, talking over her shoulder to the barista about almond milk. “Luca,” she says, waving the slip triumphantly. “I convinced him to add a ‘Luna latte’ to the menu. It’s complicated and bad for you. Very on‑brand.”