Xiao X Venti Novels & Stories

(Richard Benson) Awkwardly smiles as he put down the white envelop on the table and take a sip at Yvone served tea. "i assume you Pegasus Wheel Company can handle a few bugs…if you aren't, then by all means you're not qualified to do business with us….Mr. Panderson, please drink, this is my favorite Tea…I called it Green Tea, not only It's taste great, but also good for your body..also, you can't find this anywhere in Fantasma..have a taste..". (Yvone)

He replied “Okay! I get it, it's still noon so I'll send Tyler a pin so he can find the hotel" Xyla said, then he added "Yeah, I'll set everything up including food and drinks” "What's his favorite wine and dessert?” he asked "Crimson Berry and maybe some sweet pie" she said "Alright! Sounds good, just do not let him know I'm paying for it, just let him know that this is all your doing” Xandros said to his sister before he walked out of her room.

The wine was not spicy, but with a touch of sweetness as it entered the mouth. When Xiao Chen looked at Su Lianyue again, Xiao Chen could not help but feel a bit of pity. The wine was sweet with seven parts and three parts bitter, and he felt a bit grievance after drinking. Su Lianyue gently smiled and said, "This is Xiangfei Tears. Can the taste be justified?" "Xiangfei Tears?" Xiao Chen has never been heard of this wine before. Yi Tong smiled and said, "Come again."

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?

Violet thanked then before we left for a trendy restaurant in the same strip of shops. We were seated just minutes later, and the waiter came to take our drinks before leaving. She teased me about how the waiter was flirting with me, to which I blatantly denied with tingling cheeks, much to her amusement. "So, how are you liking this place so far?" She asked. "I love it honestly. It's definitely better than where I come from," I admitted.

She always felt that Oreo and Xavia did not have a good relationship. "Oreo is Xavia's dog. We need her consent," Joseph replied. Chloe sighed. She knew that Oreo was Xavia's dog, so they needed her permission to bring it away. In the evening, they arrived at a rooftop restaurant for dinner. The ambiance was enchanting, with the soft glow of two flickering candles casting a warm light upon the table adorned with a vibrant bouquet of red roses. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of delectable food, enticing their taste buds and setting the stage for a memorable evening.

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”

The toddler had officially lost the car seat battle; he was now securely strapped into the back of the minivan, his face pressed against the glass, expressing his absolute displeasure loudly enough that Scarlett could hear the muffled, vibrating version of his tantrums right through the heavy glass of the SUV's windows. She pushed the car door open, the cold air hitting her face like a slap, and walked across the asphalt toward the brick building. Xavier was leaning against the side of a noisy, brightly lit vending machine. He turned his head the moment he heard the crunch of her boots on the gravelly concrete. He was holding two cardboard cups of generic, machine-dispensed black coffee. Wit

"Salted caramel and dark chocolate. In a waffle cone." "Done," Victor said. Then to the young woman: "Two scoops of salted caramel and dark chocolate in a waffle cone for the lady. And I'll have—" he studied the menu briefly, "—a single scoop of vanilla in a cup." "Vanilla?" I looked at him with mild disappointment. "That's the safest possible choice." "I'm a simple man," Victor said. I gave him a look that communicated clearly what I thought of that claim, and he smiled.

The plates were cleared and two chilled glasses of drink were placed on the table. The pale yellow liquid caught the light, and I eyed it suspiciously. “What's that?” “It's called Limoncello. Trust me,” Xavier said. “You'll like it.” I hesitantly took a sip and savored the taste. “It's nice.” I took another before I could stop myself. “I like it.” “Good. Since that's settled…” Xavier reached behind him and brought out several boxes wrapped in elegant ribbon. “I bought a few things for you.”