Es Kopi Coklat Novels & Stories

"What do you want to drink?" Rashad and Caitlin had never been to a place like this before, and they couldn't help being a little reserved. Rashad pretended to know a lot about luxury goods. He pursed his lips and said, "This is the place for the Sonnet family to hold parties, right? Do you have Kopi Luwak? I heard it was very expensive!" Caitlin immediately said, "Then I'll drink Kopi Luwak, too!" Snow smiled sarcastically. "Yes, I'll make coffee for you right now. After it's done, let's have a good chat!"

He would've noticed if his mind wasn't all about Clover. "Just missing you." She winked, pretending to be oblivious to his aloofness. "Where's Kenny?" "I told him to take the day off." The hissing from the kettle gradually subsided, succeeded by an abrupt click as the water reached its boiling point. Kyle walked over to the cabinet and took out a packet of his favorite freshly roasted Robusta. He dropped the coffee beans into the burr grinder and adjusted the setting, crushing them to the coarseness he wanted them to be.

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

Just imagining that she had kissed him, he could not have restrained himself, seeing her in that state was simply too tempting, as if he was seeing his goddess again, that energetic, joyful woman he loved so much during his adolescence, and it hurt him to have lost her at the time. The seventh cocktail served to him was the White Russian, it was similar to the Black Russian, only this one contained cream or condensed milk. Chad, when he saw the cocktail, knew that it was too sweet for his taste, even though it had vodka and coffee liqueur combined, it was still sweet because of the condensed milk. Erika did not hesitate and drank it, the waiter started to applaud her and told her that she ha

“Care to join me?” I nodded and sat down opposite his desk, sipping one of the coffees. “Imported coffee from the human continent,” he said, eyeing me over his cup. “The biscotti, too. For all we have here, I have to admit that Moonstone coffee just doesn’t have the same kick.” “I’ll say.” The coffee was rich and strong, almost chocolatey, a far cry from the coffee we produced here. Moonstone loved its tea far more than coffee. And the biscotti—well, I wouldn’t deny that the dark chocolate and sugary sweetness was delicious.

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

It was really good. Eevonne looked at Ruth and Sabrina with her eyes widened. "What…what is the brand of this coffee? Why is it so delicious?" Sabrina smiled. "Doesn't it taste bitter at first but then sweet after that? Also, the sweetness at the end makes you want to keep savoring it?" Eevonne nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yes." Sabrina let out a long sigh. "This coffee is called…cat poop coffee." Eevonne uttered, "Oh…"

Sure enough, his voice slid across the mind-link and answered my unspoken suspicion. ‘Get me a large, iced caramel macchiato with four pumps of vanilla—not the sugar free shit they have, and extra caramel drizzle. If Katie’s at the register, tell her I want coconut cold foam on top. She’ll know what to do. Oh, and have them make the three shots ristretto. It’s just too bitter if they aren’t, completely ruins the flavor of the drink.’ I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting off the headache that was already forming.

"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?