Miss Not So Sidekick Latte Novels & Stories

I should be happy, right? "Thank you; I'll tell him." "I'll leave you two at peace; the patient pet owner is looking for me; see you later, Matthew." Diana walks out of the picture, holding her cup of venti Latte. I'm glad I can breathe without her hanging around. She's plain infuriating. "What can I have for you, Sir, this morning?" The crew asks behind the cashier. "A mocha blend coffee and an Americano with one shot of espresso both hot to go, please."

I reply quickly before the guys hop in the truck. Tarra puts her headphones back in and turns back around in her seat, acting as if we weren't just talking in secret. Crayvin slides in the back of the truck next to me and hands me a cup. "Iced chai tea latte with cinnamon and almond milk. Your favorite, right?" My mouth parts slightly before I give him a small smile and nod. "Yeah," I clear my throat and take a sip. "Thank you." "No problem." He smiles and takes a sip of his own drink.

Eat some protein, Albert. Willow empathized with his fellow millennial’s preference for the heavenly liquid given by the Brazilian forest angels, but he was concerned that Albert might just be running on java fumes while making his heart beat like a hummingbird. “Iced venti café latte for Albert?” the barista called. He got even more concerned when he realized that it was a caffeinated latte. “Thank you.” Albert’s smile looked so kind-hearted that Willow got taken aback by it.

Esme muttered. As they made their way back inside the Ashford group, Esme took the first sip of her spiced latte. As the flavors exploded on her tongue, she hummed with approval. Its not just your typical latte. She can taste hint of cinnamon and something else. Its not too sweet, but good. "Its nice" she murmured in approval. Tina grinned. "Isn't it? But Steve doesn't like it. Some how, he finds it girly" Tina complained good naturedly.

Which quite frankly, happens a lot. I start thinking of my potential Latte addiction as I step into Starbucks. It’s not very busy, for a Friday morning. “One hazelnut Latte, please!” I say, as the waitress looks at me. “Oh, and make it grande!” “Name?” She replies with a slightly monotone uninterested voice. “Mila.” I don’t bother giving her my full name, it always causes a weird spelling.

She’s an actress anyways. “A non-fat, half-caf, triple shot oat milk latte, extra hot with exactly two pumps of sugar free vanilla, a sprinkle of cinnamon on top and served in a warm ceramic mug- not paper, oh and can you make sure it’s stirred counter clockwise?” The waitress frowns deeply, her pen hovering over her notepad. “Right,” she says slowly, before repeating the order. Alisha nods, smiling. The edges of her face betrays her inner thoughts, ‘You have got to be freaking kidding me,’

"He says it's Irish coffee, but I didn't see any coffee go into the mug." "You don't have to have coffee," I told her with a wink. "What matters are the whiskey and cream." She made a wrinkly face. "That's terrible." She gave Nikita a second mug and said, "Snicker bar latte with almond milk, and I saw two shots of espresso go into that one." "Thank you." Nikita was happy to take it. Bea said nicely, "If you need another, just call down to the bar. Around here, we take care of our own." Then she went over to the tables to help with the table changes.

She saw that Leo had high hopes for Gadis. I don't know, anyway, the client will make the decision, right? “Didn't Mr. Raja say anything just now, Dis?” asked Lisa, who suddenly appeared. In her hand was a cup of drink that seemed to be giving off a thin smoke. "Uh, you guys want coffee? It just so happens that Mr. Mardi just restocked the cappuccino.” “I want some!" Tania squealed immediately. “Go make it. So you won't be sleepy when you get home,” Lisa joked. "You don't want to, Dis?”

-Lindy What? You saw my pictures too. Now it's all fair. -Mill That's unfair! There was no photo of you in it. I don't even know what you look like. -Lindy You'll find out soon what I'll look like babe :) -Mill "Good afternoon ma'm, welcome to Starbucks. What would you like to order?" The cashier greeted. Lindy moved her head up and stared at the menu in front of her, not really knowing what she wanted before she came here."Uh, I'd like to have Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino Blended Beverage grande and one Apple Fritter."

"This is your favorite, right?" Bridgette looked confused, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Uh, no, I don't think so," she said. "I mean, I like ice latte, but I'm not sure if it's my favorite." The barista looked taken aback, and then she glanced at me, a look of realization on her face. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I must have mistaken you for someone else," she said, laughing. "But please, take the coffee anyway. On the house!"