Une Limonade Novels & Stories

Leon nodded "go ahead order whatever you would like. I'll take my usual Debbie." "What's a chocimi shake" asked Mackayla? "It's chocolate, cinnamon, whole milk and mint ice cream mixed it's very good." "Okay I will have one of those with a small glass of apple juice please." "Okay I will be back shortly with your drinks." As she walked away a young man walked up and set five glasses of water on the table, "hey Leon" he said. "Hey Toby" Leon said back "what's up with you today?"

he asked. “Juice,” I replied. His expression shifted, staring at me as though I were from another planet. Christian cleared his throat. “She’ll have Rekorderlig strawberry lime,” he said, and the man nodded, departing. My jaw dropped. "What is that?” I asked. Christian leaned closer, “It’s a drink, I'm sure you would love it.” he whispered into my ear. I nodded staring back at the crowd, I thought it was only strippers, but apparently, there was more, like a live concert.

He looked very casual and Aurelia felt a certain anticipation in her. "I'll get a drink," he said quickly and got up to go to the bar. Everything was free, but only a limited selection. Mostly this included apple or orange juice, distilled, tea, coffee and water. Amander had decided on the juice, today it was apple, and set the well-chilled drink in front of her just a few minutes later.

"Drink up! Miller’s dad has a suspiciously well-stocked liquor cabinet, but this is just the 'punch' for now. Pretty sure it’s mostly fruit juice and sunshine." Elena took a cautious sip. It tasted sweet, bubbly, and orange, looking exactly like Fanta. She let the sugar hit her system, trying to match the energy of the room. Liam kept a protective arm around her waist, leaning in to whisper something she couldn't quite hear, but he looked happy. He looked proud.

“I volunteer Luca to help with the limes.” “What am I doing with limes?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. “Getting the juice out for the guac.” She said. I look at Aiden, “You’re on avocados then, guapo.” “You got it, mojito.” We are all having a good time when Adrian comes up and he does not look happy. Aiden looks at him and his brows furrow. “What’s wrong, bro?” Adrian just shook his head. “Nothing. Where’s Isaiah?”

“I volunteer Luca to help with the limes.” “What am I doing with limes?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. “Getting the juice out for the guac.” She said. I look at Aiden, “You’re on avocados then, guapo.” “You got it, mojito.” We are all having a good time when Adrian comes up and he does not look happy. Aiden looks at him and his brows furrow. “What’s wrong, bro?” Adrian just shook his head. “Nothing. Where’s Isaiah?”

He shook his head and answered her previous question. "It's a margarita, a drink made by mixing tequila, triple sec, and lime juice in equal parts. It's also garnished with a little salt on the rim to enhance the flavor. And for alcoholic drinks, you should sip them slowly, not gulp them down like you just did." Kimberly nodded in understanding. "In that case, give me a different drink. This one is too salty. It might make my hair fall out if I consume too much salt like this."

I wore on an optimistic smile but deep down I just wanted this to be done quickly. "But I gave you something to wear" My mother whispered as she poured the limoon into each glass. "Over here, we have a centurion's meal, known as the kushari-" She started as she opened the steaming dish. "We have macaroni and rice with lentils, topped off with tomato sauce and garlic vinegar" She described the food porn. "And in each glass is limoon, basically lemon and sugar with ice" She said as she took her sit. "This was my mother's favorite. And she always kept a secret ingredient to make it perfect" She added.

“I promise not to look at you. You won't even notice I'm here. I'll sit on the couch and look at the city, and if you can't concentrate, just tell me and I'll go to my room.” “Okay.” “Would you like a drink too?” “I don't know... What do you have?” “Whisky, rum, vodka, limoncello, grappa…” “Not whisky... What are limoncello and grappa?” “Two typical Italian liqueurs. I think you'll like the limoncello, grappa is too strong, it has a rough taste on the palate.” He didn't tell her that it was what Francesca drank when she came to his house. He sensed she wouldn't want it if she knew.

His breath fanned my face, but the door opened before his lips could touch mine. Lucian appeared with a tray of fresh-squeezed lemonade that he had made this morning. “This is my best picture of lemonade yet! You're going to love it,” Lucian said as he set the tray down and poured three glasses of lemonade. The angel was funny. He was more excited than we were to have a sip. He sat back in his seat, holding his glass with both hands as if it was precious and he was afraid to spill it. He slowly sipped it and exhaled a satisfied sigh, smiling while he licked his lips.