Miss Not So Sidekick Latte Novels & Stories

Irene said to Adam. Adam nodded slowly, then lifted a cup of latte that Irene had ordered for him and began sipping it. "Wow, I didn't expect the latte at this shop to be so good," Irene stated after successfully sipping a cup of latte. Adam, who had also managed to sip his latte, nodded with a smile, "Yes, a latte is one of their best-seller drinks." Irene began to fold her arms while smiling at Adam. "So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Irene inquired.

I stall. “Let me make you a coffee. I’d like to show you when it’s completely finished if that’s okay with you.” I am sweating under my pits; he will freak if he sees Cody. “Absolutely, whenever you are ready. You making two coffees?” He asks with raised eyebrows as he clocks the machine whirring away and two cups underneath it. “Er, I’m a bit tired.” “You need to watch your caffeine intake, Missy. You know too much isn’t good enough.”

Maisey chirped. I pulled in the lot and turned off the engine. “What’s not to love about leather, no matter what the age?” I shrugged. Maisey sighed dreamily, “Yeah, leather is nice no matter what.” When we walked in I realized that we were the first ones there and walked up to place my order, “Hey Miss Kayla, Can I get a macchiato with 2 extra shots please?” She nodded and then looked at Maisey for her order. “Can I get a half calf mocha latte please?” Maisey ordered and I arched my brow wondering why she was cutting her caffeine.

She moved closer towards her friend as they made their way to the counter to give their order. "Good morning." The beautiful burnet behind the desk politely smiled at them as she tapped a few times on the screen, Amara was the first to answer since she usually came here. "I'll have a Pumpkin Spice Latte, please." She spoke as she fisted her wallet from her bag. Charlotte had never drunk Starbucks coffee she thought the price was way to fucking high, but for this one time she was okay with it. But right now she was confused out of her mind, did it mean that there was pumpkin in the coffee?

He tells me as he pulls his head up and smiled. "Two mocha latte for Mr. Hugo Saintclare!" The barista called out. Hugo stood from his seat and so did I. I followed him as we both grabbed our orders. "Thanks for this." I said while we head out of the doors. "No problem." He answers. Both of us headed out of the street and since the rehab center was just near by, we walked along the street while paps were on the other street busy taking photos of us. I take a sip from my mocha latte and noticed that Hugo was just quiet.

"You kept thinking about me, didn't you?" "Don't tell me, you can read minds?" I ask. He laughs, "No. That's just my ego speaking," "Damn it," We chuckle, my cheeks warming up, too. "Miss, your latte." Someone says, interrupting me. "Sorry," I take my latte and stand near the walls, Damon trailing behind me. I breathe, taking a sip of my latte. "Favourite drink?" He asks. "You can say that. I love the taste,"

"Mister, try this! It's delicious!" He took a bite. It was too sweet for him. Larissa asked expectantly, "Is it sweet?" He said seriously, "Not as sweet as you." She giggled happily, rolled her eyes, and demanded again, "Mister, I want a latte!" Ambrose said sternly, "You can't drink this." Larissa blinked, pretending to be pitiful. "Mister, I really want to drink a latte. I promise to take only one sip. Just a small sip."

Finally, my turn came. I stepped forward, rattling off the drinks as clearly and quickly as I could. “A double shot espresso with almond milk, a matcha oat latte, one cold brew with vanilla, black coffee—no sugar or cream, iced americano, sparkling water with lemon, and chamomile herbal tea. All in takeaway cups, please.” The barista blinked but nodded, tapping into the screen rapidly. I checked my phone again. The meeting had started. My heart sank. My mouth went dry. Alexander would never let this go.

I turned and left, my eyes showing no signs of attachment. Dante should have known that a broken ring, no matter how well repaired, would never be without cracks. It was just like my relationship with him. No matter how much we tried to fix it, we could never go back to how things were. … The next day, one day before the bonding ceremony, I went alone to City Hall to file an application to leave the Lightning pack. The clerk told me the application would take effect in 24 hours. At that time, all my personal information would be deleted from the pack records.

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!”