Es Kopi Coklat Novels & Stories

“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.” The maid covers her mouth and giggles, leaning toward Zara. “He is extremely strict about what goes into his products. That is why Zara’s Java Jolt is made with a special dark brew that mirrors the old espresso drinks from the southern mountains. We only use beans that are hand-picked by pack merchants from the high-altitude forests. The customers love hearing that story.” She sounds like she is giving a

Her cheeks were all rosy from the rain by now, they felt so soft under my fingers. " Boss, I'm back." I jump back, startled as Kopi smiled at me. " Couldn't you say that softly?" I snapped, looking at the unnecessary stuff he brought. " Here you go, boss," he said, placing all the stuff down. There was a blanket, two pillows, scented candles, a bottle of champagne, and three packets of condoms. The fuck! " What is this, Kopi?" I groaned, looking up at his proud face. " Enjoy boss, I didn't know you were this kinky." he winks.

I couldn't help but get excited about the fact that the smile on my face was not going anywhere anytime soon, and even if boss man decided to be a prick all morning, I wouldn't care because I have a date with my best friends tonight. As I entered the bustling coffee shop, I was instantly hit with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air. I approach the counter, my eyes scanning the menu, before settling on her usual order, which is: a coffee with milk and 2 sugars for Gary; a hot chocolate for me; and a caramel mocha with cream on top and 2 sugars for Ebony. The barista, a young woman with an easy smile, greeted me with a friendly "Welcome to

"First time here?" I nodded, oddly touched by his welcome. "Then you have to try our house special – Colombian beans with a hint of vanilla and orange zest. Trust me, it'll change your life." "That sounds... nice." When was the last time I'd ordered coffee just because it sounded nice, not because it was what Kyle preferred?

So, I decided to enjoy the moment. " How about a Mocha? I want a Mocha!" I told her, but she was looking at me dumbfounded. Then I found myself explaining to her. " It's a coffee latte with chocolate and whipped cream, made by pouring about 2 cl of chocolate sauce into the glass, followed by an espresso shot and steamed milk." Though her eyes were screaming with hatred, she faked a smile then switched to the so-called Mr. Night before she asked him. " How about you Mr. Night?" He answered her without breaking his eye contact with me.

ISAAC takes a seat in a chair facing the bar. KYOLINE DIEGO's eyes widen slightly as she sees ISAAC. ISAAC guesses she was not expecting to see ISAAC again. "I'll be right back," she says to Domenico. "What would you like to drink?" She smiles professionally at ISAAC. And for a reason ISAAC cannot quite identify, ISAAC would rather she were out of Domenico's grasp for more than a few seconds. "I'll have a grande caramel macchiato in a venti cup, half whole milk, one quarter almond milk, one quarter non-fat extra hot, quad shots, one and a half decaf and two and a half regular, caramel wall in the cup, with whip, no caramel drizzle on top, two packets of Splenda, one sugar in the raw, two das

By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Almost. Employees accepted their cups gratefully. A few looked far too entertained by this situation. Traitors. Finally, I approached Zion’s office with the last cup. He barely looked up from his laptop as I placed it in front of him. Then he took one sip. And paused. Uh oh. “I drink my coffee black,” he said calmly. Silence. I blinked once. “No sugar.” I looked down at the cup. Cream. Sugar. Disaster. My soul temporarily left my body.

Kiara slowly took the wooden spoon from me and put it aside, turned off the stove them covered the pot letting it cool before she went to the cooler to take something out, my eyes widened as I saw that she had put a plate filled with different decorations of what looked like flowers, all of them surrounded by ice as the new ice had been brought to us a few days ago and placed in the cooler, which apparently came to use for my mate. “This is cocoa, I melted it with a little butter and milk, added some sugar to sweeten it, mother had taught me the recipe, cocoa by itself is bitter, but adding sugar and milk to it makes it addicting” she said taking out the brown flower and bringing it to my mo

"Mhmm, if it's not plain coffee, what type of coffee is this?" A grin plastered on my face because I knew she'd freak out with what I was about to say. "it's called Kopiu Luwak, also known as civet coffee. It is made from coffee beans which have been eaten and digested by a civet. A small cat-like animal." "The beans from the droppings of the animal are then cleaned and roasted to reduce bitterness." I added. I watched as her face scrunched up, and the mouthful of coffee in her mouth stopped going downward. She gave me a dead stare looked around the coffee shop then painfully swallowed the remaining coffee in her mouth.

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