Coffee Prince Novels & Stories

I replied; his smile grew wider, “What’s the name?” “Sophia on the macchiato, Jesse on the frap,” I answered. He wrote the names on the cups and then sent them down the line, “How much do I-” “It’s on me.” I bit my lip a bit and smiled, “Thank you.” I stepped out of line and waited for the coffee. When they were ready, the same guy wrote something on one of the cups, “Pick up for Sophia.” He announced; I walked over to him and took the cups, “Have a great day.” I winked at him before saying,

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.

“It needs to be exactly 180 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s exactly how Mr. Cross likes it.” My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the thermometer. I dipped it into the coffee, watching the digital display. 187 degrees. Too hot. “We have to wait,” Marie said. “Just a minute or two for it to cool down.” I watched the numbers tick down, each second feeling like torture. 185… 183… 182… 181. “There!” I said, my voice coming out too loud. “It’s 181!” “Perfect,” Marie said, handing me a clean white cup—different from the one the espresso had brewed into. “Pour it in here. This is Mr. Cross’s preferred cup for his morning coffee. The coffee will be 180 degrees Fahrenheit when poured.”

He was in no big goddamn rush to head back out into the cold. Mirrie brought Claire her drink now, and Griff spotted what looked like whipped cream and cinnamon and quite possibly chocolate sprinkles on top of it, and he almost rolled his eyes and huffed. Of course Claire Worthington was a whipped-cream-on-premium-flavored-coffee-with-all-the-trimmings kind of girl… no plain, cheap black java for her. Only the best for Princess Claire. Only the fanciest and the priciest. Always and forever.

“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.”

Cruz needed caffeine and he left his office in search of something stronger than what his admin assistant made for him out of the instant coffee machine. “Sir?” “You brought me a coffee yesterday and it was as close to watching them pick the beans and then make me a coffee with it on the side of the road. Where did you get it?” “There is a shop across the street, about five doors down. The couple who owns it are from Brazil, and they import their beans from family they have there. You liked it?” “I loved it.” “I can run and –” “No. I’m going.” “Sir. You have a meeting in an hour.”

There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee. On the other hand, the second set of memories belonging to Zen Taro argued with his usual preference as a chef. The third young master of the Taro family liked his coffee thick with only one sugar. In fact, there was a particular coffee that the teen enjoyed in-game when he played a coffee-making game. Cold-brew was the new trend, and that coffee contained no sugar.

While they are waiting for Seungkwan to answer, a man came closer to their table. “1 Dark Mocha Frappuccino venti, 1 Chocolate Chip Cream Frappuccino grande , a blueberry cheescake, waffles and one Ice Americano, grande,” the man said as he put their orders one by one on the table. “Order is complete, sir.”

"Do you see it now?" The shop assistant thought of her job and curled her lips. She brushed away her hand that was grabbing her collar, "What does Miss need?" Meijia thought that the shop assistant would definitely not give her the surveillance camera, so she casually ordered a cup of American wine. The shop assistant shook her head. "Sorry, It sold out." "Then it's Kabuccino." "We didn't get the goods today." "Then what do you have in your shop?" The employee gave her the list and pointed at the fancy coffee that she had ordered today. "I have this. It tastes very good. How about I give you a cup?"

Chastity smiled shyly at him. “I will. On one condition.” Colby said. “What condition?” Chastity asked sadly. “Tell me how the hell you make your coffee so good. Every other coffee tastes like shit compared to yours.” Colby grumbled. “Really?” Chastity laughed. “Hell yes! The only good coffee is yours. All the rest is crap.” “Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.”