Coffee Maid の小説・ストーリー

I said to myself, a sense of warmth spreading through me as I left the room and headed towards the Café's counter. As I whisked the cocoa powder into the milk, the rich aroma filling the café, I realized I needed something for myself too. I wanted the boldness of coffee to awaken my senses, while Miles preferred the fragrant subtlety of tea. I brewed a strong cup of coffee for me and a delightful blend of chamomile and lavender for Miles. Once I finished fixing our beverages, I grabbed a plate of assorted cookies that I had prepared earlier. Smiling at the thought of the sweet treats complementing our drinks, I balanced the tray with coffee, tea, and cookies carefully, making sure not to spi

Arriving at their favorite cafe where they often hung out, Amanda and Lea entered and looked around for Amanda's cousin, who had arrived a few minutes earlier. "Oh, there he is!" Amanda exclaimed, grabbing Lea's arm and half-dragging her towards a table where a lone man was waiting, stirring his drink. It seemed to be a cup of mocha coffee, judging from the aroma that immediately wafted through Lea's nose as they approached the table. Yes, the cafe was indeed special. Although the menu was standard, the uniqueness lay in the aroma and serving techniques that set it apart from other cafes. It became a favorite for Amanda and Lea, who were pure food lovers.

"Feel free to go stand in the line at that cart for two hours. Maybe the child is also a caffeine addict, and you'll find him there." Keven mumbled under his breath about spoiled nephews and their overindulgent papas as he dragged himself over the respectably long coffee line. As if it were Alec's fault that Amelia had sent him out the door with a mug of coffee which may have been on the list of top ten most expensive coffees in the world and which had been brewed by a barista that held the title of World Champion. Oh, and he had had the barista add just enough of the coffee to not affect the taste but to still enough to deter Keven from sampling any. Though when Alec had courteously offered

“Zara’s Java Jolt?” “Yes, ma'am,” the maid says with a happy grin. “That is the official name of our special coffee cream. The Alpha came up with the name himself last winter. It is one of our best sellers in the entire metropolis. It is because we do not use cheap beans from the rogue lands. No way. The boss would never allow bad quality inside his shop.”

“And what kind of coffee would you like?” “I don’t know,” I answered thoughtfully. “What do you think is the best?” “That would be the Caramel Mocha.” She scribbled the order down on her notepad. “With two pumps of espresso if you want it strong.” “I’ll go with that.” I confirmed. “Two cups of Caramel Mocha, with two pumps of espresso.” “Coming right up.”

She skimmed it quickly. "Ding." Another email. Probably meeting docs, she figured. But the second she clicked it open, her eyebrows lifted in visible disbelief. Email subject: [Alpha's Personal Preferences Guide.] What the actual hell? She opened the cursed file. The level of detail? Straight-up insane. First cup of coffee: Ethiopian Geisha, natural process, exactly 20g, water at precisely 92°C. After naps? Japanese gyokuro made with 70°C water. Working past midnight? Sparkling water, exactly three ice cubes.

Even though he was not my boyfriend, and he wouldn't be my husband. I knew that I had to learn it all to be able to please him. Seeing my eagerness to brew the coffee, as I stood close to the brewing coffee maker, Madonna smiled and said, "Master Richard likes Robusta. A stronger and more bitter coffee. He also likes Espresso too. As he likes it more concentrated." "I see," I replied to Madonna with a smile. "Don't worry. I can brew that. My dad likes Espresso too. It's one of my favorites, only that I like adding steamed milk to my own," I said, smiling at Madonna, and she asked me, "So you can make coffee?"

Third Person's POV "Then put it to the test!" Paisley said with a grin. She looked up at Sophia and asked, "What kind of coffee is this?" Sophia put down the coffee cup and said, "This is the caramel macchiato brewed by Ivy today." "Perfect!" Paisley took the coffee and drank it while wiping her neck with the towel. Then she tossed the towel back onto the tray. "Alright, that's enough. You may leave." After Sophia left, Paisley said, "I don't like her."

The dull thud was weirdly satisfying. I turned my gaze back to the maid. “Any Latin coffee in that haul?” I asked, deadpan. She nodded quickly, lowering her head as she dug through another bag and pulled out two black-and-gold premium coffee packs. I gave a short nod. “Good. At least I won’t have to drink Zach’s bitter excuse for espresso.” Her lips twitched. I shot her a look. She dropped her eyes again and went back to sorting the groceries like her life depended on it.

Then I go down to get my morning dose of coffee. As I arrived at the cafe, I meet Shelia along with Cassie. They were waiting in line to get some coffee. I tap Cassie's shoulder and greet them, "What's up girls, good morning. Don't forget to prepare yourself for the meeting after this. By the way, what coffee are y'all getting? " "Of course boss, we're all ready and prepared. Oh, I'm getting a cold brew while Cassie is getting a cafe late. How about you boss?" Shelia answered me. "hmmm... I'm feeling out for something cold and bitter so probably an iced americano." I replied.