The New Topping Novels & Stories

Mika looks at them as they lay the covered plates in front of them, and then a third one in the middle, its quite bigger than the two. They both take a deep breath and exchange a glance before opening the plates. "What?" Mika frowns slightly. "Small spoons?" Luc raises his eyebrows too and then opens the one in front of them, seeing it, both of them sigh again and then laughs, along with Maya and Miles. "I told you they will like it." Miles chips to Maya who rolls her eyes. "The spoon was my idea too." She adds In the middle of the table is a large tub of ice cream with different toppings and then drizzled chocolate to top it all off.

Letta said, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows. "Are you going to finish it yourself?" Marco asked again, making Letta shake her head. "Of course not. We'll finish it together, and don't forget to tell the waiter to put a lot of pineapple toppings," Letta said, making Marco widen his eyes. "Pineapple toppings?" Marco confirmed, making Letta nod her head. "Why? Does it sound strange?" Letta asked, making Marco nod. "Yes, I just found out that pizza can be topped with pineapple. Isn't it usually with sausage, cheese, broccoli, mushrooms?" Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

Sydney said while grabbing a spray bottle and towel and going around to wipe down the tables "yes, this one time this woman got so angry at me because I put rainbow sprinkles instead of chocolate ones, she literally cursed me out" Tamara said rolling her eyes "oh gosh, my anxiety is hitting the roof right now" Tamara laughed "relax its not so bad most people are really nice its just the couple of bad eggs that come in here every once in a while. where was I oh right toppings next we have hot fudge, hot chocolate and strawberry and those are in these bottles alongside the whipped cream"

The specific exhale of someone releasing something they had been holding for a very long time. "Good," she said. Then, after a pause: "The bakeries are good, if you want to know." "I want to know," I said. She told me. Sam had introduced a new morning menu item at the Financial District location that had become unexpectedly popular. The Cobble Hill lavender tart was outselling everything again. The East Village location had been reviewed in two publications since I'd been gone and both reviews had used the word specific, which Renee said with the satisfaction of someone who had understood all along why specific was the right word.

Sienna continues, placing the box on the table like a treasure chest, “the cake is officially chosen.” She opens the lid and reveals a printed photo taped inside. The cake is elegant, tall, with white frosting tinged with soft green vine patterns and clusters of tiny yellow and white flowers. Subtle. Romantic. Refined. “That is tasteful,” I say, impressed despite myself. “Oh it is better in person,” Sienna says, beaming. “We went to three different tastings and finally chose this one. And the topper is custom made. Look.” She taps the photo where the topper is shown. A man and a woman standing close, their bodies curved into one warm, tender embrace. It is detailed without being gaudy. Under

After tasting the viscous toffee, I threw my hands in the air in celebration. "Eureka! I've mastered it!" I shouted. Nobody was around me, of course. It wasn't Chasel's or my time to meet yet, but this was wonderful. He told me he liked the imperfections, and I believed him, but he deserved the real deal. Plus, I wanted to prove to myself that I could level up. As I spread the chocolate topping, my grin stretched ear to ear. Repeatedly seeing myself in the stainless steel, I realized I couldn't stop smiling. I was so excited for our meeting and to present this delicious gift.

She’d added a million toppings to both, some of which I’d never tried before. “How do you always know what I’ll like?” I asked her, taking a mouthful off the crunchy, spicy, and sour concoction. I spilled half of it over the side, and Shelby promptly grabbed a napkin from her purse, cleaning off my hand. “Let’s say I just know you,” she said, winking at me. “Somehow it feels like I’ve known you forever, though it hasn’t been THAT long. And on the other hand, I feel this… anticipation to learn even more about you.”

I’m hanging in there. A few seconds later, three dots danced on the screen. Grace: You can do this. 💪 Grace: What are you up to today? Me: Just finished at the station. You? Grace: I just came up with a new dessert. She added a picture. ⸻ My eyes softened instantly. A delicate plate of something golden and glossy, topped with white chocolate shavings and what looked like a drizzle of berry sauce. It was beautiful—like art that tasted good.

I complimented him. He grinned shortly. “And I contemplated wearing it out, I always felt the color was weird, now it's going to be my favorite shirt,” he chuckled. “Cool. So I've got triple chocolate cupcakes, banana loaves fresh from the oven, and a new experiment-lemon thyme shortbread for you today.” He raised an eyebrow. “Lemon thyme? That sounds like something a poet would eat.” I laughed. “It’s surprisingly addictive, like your tips,” I said, winking at him.

She asked and it was her own turn to be shocked as he nodded. "Wait wait." "Yes, this is my favourite pizza topping and I thought I'd be doing too much if I had ordered extra pepperoni. My favourite combo is ice cream and pizza and that's why I rarely eat it." Andrea had a puzzled look on her face at his explanation. So Edward sat comfortably to explain further.