Coffee Maid Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Can I get two black coffees and a loaf of the sourdough?" The girl looked up. Her eyes, a sharp, striking hazel, scanned my face. She didn't look hostile, just highly observant. "You are new," she noted, wiping her hands on a rag. "Just passing through," I replied, keeping my tone casual. "Is the sourdough fresh?" "Baked it at dawn," she said, turning to grab a paper bag. She slid a heavy, crusty loaf inside and handed it across the counter. "I'm Maya. I run the caffeine and carbs operation in this sector."

Annoyed, I threw the cup on the floor and glared at my maid. “What the hell is this? Can anyone call this coffee? This is purely Chicory!” The maid took a step back in apprehension, lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr Anderson.” “What do you mean sorry? Did you forget how to make coffee?” “Actually, Mr Anderson, I don’t know how to make a good cup of coffee.” “What? But you've been making it for three years now.” “That wasn’t me, Mr Anderson. That was Miss Cassie. She used to go out and get the best coffee grains for you and brew it. But after she has gone, we’ve begun using instant mix, and it doesn't taste that good.”

One of the maids was there, and I approached her with a smile. "Hi,there ," I introduced myself. "Could you please show me how Aaron likes his coffee to be made? I want him to have his coffee exactly as he likes it" The maid, named Maria, smiled warmly at me. "Of course, ma’am.Good evening ma’am and it would be a pleasure," she said kindly. "Sir Aaron likes his coffee strong with just a splash of cream. He also prefers it to be piping hot." I nodded, making mental notes of his preferences. "Thank you, Maria. I appreciate your help.Can we try to make it? Just to be sure?”

I looked at Jade smiling brightly at Cleo and realized in time, we may have exactly what they have together, maybe something even better. “Elliott, this coffee is FANTASTIC!” Jade declared after taking a timid sip while Cleo chatted her ear off as we walked through the main entrance to the mall. “Oh, Elliott ordered his basic bitch coffee for you?” Cameron winked at me and I slapped him upside the head. “What a manly hit from someone who actually ordered a pumpkin spice latte a few weeks ago.” “I’m sorry I don’t drink gross bean water like you two! Who orders black coffee from Starbucks?!”

She moved back into her room followed closely by Cordelia. "Keratin made that coffee, you know." Cordelia perched on the edge of the bed. "He's a fast learner, especially after I taught him the basics of putting the sachet of instant coffee inside a cup." She giggled. "Fast learner indeed!" Germaine said rolling her eyes. A smile played at the edges of her lips as she took another sip. It was heavenly. She was not the type of person who liked black coffee, she preferred hers with heaps of cream and sugar.

Our basis for our course is the thing that we love the most, in that way it would be easier for us to adjust to the new life we are ahead of. Presently, I am on my way to Miró Coffee. Caroline and I's meeting place, also my favorite coffee shop since their coffee is something that really suits my coffee taste. Their coffee beans are something as well, perhaps it is because they have a direct trade relationship with a coffee farm in Nicaruga. Also their menu, they have a variety of coffee filters and espresso. They also serve coffee cocktails and wine for dates. Their interior design catches attention too, minimal and open space, plus their free Wi-Fi. The moment I reach the coffee shop, I im

Andrius and Kraius were both weird. “I'll just order. Don't leave me, Kraius. Give it to me for free. It's for holding hands. You know, I'm faithful” she said to the young man. “Sure!” he agreed, nodding. Anya smiled as she went to the counter. It had been a long time since she last tasted her favorite coffee. He ordered a Caramel Macchiato while Kraius ordered Brewed Coffee. "Caramel Macchiato for Miss Anya!" shouted the barista.

"But it might work. We just have to be careful not to reveal too much about our own plans." We continue to debate different strategies, each of us taking turns playing devil's advocate, until a maid comes into the room with a tray of coffee. She set it down on the table in front of us. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room as she poured it into our cups. The aroma was strong, and it was clear that the coffee had been freshly roasted. As she handed us our cups, I could see the steam rising from the dark liquid, making my mouth water. The coffee was served with a side of milk, cream and sugar, and Lia quickly added a splash of milk and a cube of sugar to her cup. After setting dow

As if unable to refuse Carol White's invitation, Tristan entered the workroom of the woman who owns the boutique, he sat down and was given a cup of coffee by Carol. A cup of black coffee with a fragrant aroma made Tristan unable to refuse the cup of coffee he got from Carol. Slowly, Tristan lifted the coffee cup, still steaming hot, and sipped. "You like it?" Carol White smiled because Tristan wanted to drink the coffee he served. "It smells terrific. What kind of coffee do you use?"

She folded her hands in her lap, smiled politely at me. We drove in silence for a moment. "What kind of coffee?" I saw her quick smile in the low lights of the dash. "French press Volcanica Dark Roast Sumatra Mandheling." I groaned. "I'll take the coffee and thank you and consider myself lucky." She squirmed in her seat a little as she nodded. "I just got a fresh bag. I used up my regular stuff this morning. I've been jonesing for a cup all day." She rubbed her palms together.