Novel & Cerita Raspberry Cookie X Latte Cookie

I returned the gesture and replied; “An iced latte, please.” “Alright. Your order will be ready in a few minutes. Would you like any snack to go with that?” “Oh, you have snacks? What’s on the menu?” I gasped, squealing excitedly. Ariel tapped the electronic screen with a bright red nail, her expression softening even further at my joyful one. “We have an array of croissants with different flavors and fillings. There’s also the pies, apple, pumpkin, coconut….um…there’s also the cakes; ice cream cakes are also included. Also, since you’re a first-time customer, company policy demands that your first two pastries be on the house, especially if you pick th triple chocolate brownie.”

he said quickly as if he didn't want to be interrupted by Greta. Yes, chef," Greta replied quickly looking at the list of desserts she had to make. When she and Ryan were both crouching I'm front of the storage cabinet, they accidentally bumped their heads. Greta nervously stood up and let Ryan take out the ingredients they were going to use. I will make creme brulee and fondant Au choco, you make Tiramisu and Charlotte Au citron. Finish them in an hour," Ryan said, while his hands were busy breaking the eggs and separating the Yorks from the whites into each bowl.

We both have a lot to work on. “We got you the butterflies, Aunt Britt! Want to see?” Hailey is bouncing, staring up at Brittany on the other side of the counter. “There better not be live butterflies in that box,” Brittany looked at it speculatively. I giggle at the idea of Hailey bringing a box of live butterflies into the coffee shop. “They’re cookies, silly,” Hailey laughs. Brittany makes me a latte and herself an iced cold brew, then goes on her break to share the cookies with us.

*** We were ten cakes in, and I was starting to hallucinate. Matteo had insisted on trying every flavor combination. Lemon-raspberry, hazelnut mocha, triple chocolate, black forest, coconut-pineapple, red velvet, almond cherry—at some point I lost count. I was buzzing with sugar and trying not to laugh out loud at Luca’s slowly unraveling patience. “No. Absolutely not,” Luca said after spitting out a bite of lavender and earl grey sponge. “This tastes like a flower shop exploded in my mouth.” “It’s subtle!” Matteo argued. “Elegant! Like if royalty got married in a field of dreams.”

Sure enough, his voice slid across the mind-link and answered my unspoken suspicion. ‘Get me a large, iced caramel macchiato with four pumps of vanilla—not the sugar free shit they have, and extra caramel drizzle. If Katie’s at the register, tell her I want coconut cold foam on top. She’ll know what to do. Oh, and have them make the three shots ristretto. It’s just too bitter if they aren’t, completely ruins the flavor of the drink.’ I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting off the headache that was already forming.

I didn’t want to seem insensitive after making her spend more time with me when she had her own house. “Ouu, what’s baking… smells good.” Raffael adjusted his cufflinks as he descended the stairs, Ronan trailing after him. Your human flesh would be what’s in the oven if you keep complimenting her. “Peanut butter cookies,” Rosella smiled from where she was making careful shapes on the oven tray. “Without—” “Yes, without vanilla extract,” she said quickly. “I know you’re allergic.” He’s allergic to vanilla extract? “I didn’t know you were allergic to vanilla,” I said slowly.

Lava cakes resting in ramekins. Shortbread cookies dusted lightly with powdered sugar. Caramel tarts glossy and rich. Ava stared at our station. “That’s illegal.” Alaric folded his arms calmly. “We followed instructions.” “You made a whole menu!” “We are efficient.” Malik tasted one of our shortbread cookies. His eyes widened. “Okay, that’s unfair.” Zendaya sliced into her red velvet cake. Perfect crumb. Denise presented her éclairs with quiet pride. My dad placed his cake at the center.

Eve said defending me and Max nodded. "Is it possible to forget this kind of thing?" Ethan asked Max while Max tried to make him shut up. "Max will order for me." Eve said gesturing to max and the waiter turned to face max who smiled. "I'll take iced caramel latte, double drip almond milk, no vanilla extract, six pumps of sugar, extra ice, add honey and cinnamon powder put whipped cream too, venti." Max said and I looked at him with wide eyes. Can he really drink that?

She picked up one of the cookies, studying the small square of purple jam. “It’s raspberry, I thought you might enjoy it.” Lola took a bite of the pastry, letting the flavors swirl together as she chewed. It stirred a memory of enjoying the same type of cookie with her mother. Her mother used to bring cookies like these on the weekend after work. She had loved them then. Erik’s shortbread cookies always made her think of her mother. “It’s good, thank you. Do you have any plans for today?” “Just working here, I plan to close early. I started a good book and I can’t wait to finish it.” Erik said, and for a while they lost themselves talking about books.

"Sienna, I'm delicate at the moment. Don’t increase my stress.” Giggling, I stepped nearer to the showcase. Instantly my gaze fixed on my matcha mille crepe, its delicate layers appearing flawless. “I’ll go with that one," I said to the clerk. Liliana bent closer, to the glass. "I’ll have three brownies, two almond croissants and one strawberry tart.” I looked at her in astonishment. "Liliana, are you feeling hungry? Are you starting a pop-up bakery?” She raised an eyebrow, with a faint grin. "The tart’s meant for you. I’m sure you’ll rue it if you pass it up.”