Espresso Cookie X Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

Elena stepped back to look at her. "You look good too. I'm so glad to see you." Lexi said as they sat down. Elena rang the bell on the table and a waiter quickly approached. "Yes boss," the waiter bowed, slightly. "An espresso and a latte with skimmed milk," she ordered and the waiter went to get it. Lexi watched, "You own this place?"

The first order was ready, and I rang the bell, for it to be taken to the customers. The second order was a cappuccino, which was a little bit similar to latte, but they had distinct differences. It had one to two shots of espresso, three to four ounces of steamed milk, and one to two teaspoons of frothed milk. I was done with the order, and rang the bell again, for it to be taken to the customer who ordered it. The orders kept coming in, as customers continued to come in. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, as everyone had a cup or coffee with them.

“Cappuccino, latte, black coffee or espresso?” “Oh…Latte, no sugar, crème with some ice.” Elena smiled and she saw Martinez smirking at her. “Any toppings?” Martinez put his two hands into his jean’s pockets. “Brown sugar powder, if there’s any…” Elena stopped and giggled, “Don’t make me sound like a complaint customer! Gosh…” She covered her mouth with her backhand at the time she giggled. Martinez glanced at her and grinned. “One of the nightmares that often show up in your restaurant?”

"Yeah I know. Heard it closed down today, permanently, due to some electrical hazard or something." Layla stared at the list. She had never in her life seen such a diverse and specific order. There were two cappuccinos, one with cream and one with two pumps of caramel, a frappe with goats milk, a strong black coffee, two mochas without sugar, three cafe au laits, two affogates, two double espressos, a flat white and a latte with a heart shaped latte art. She really had her work cut out for her. "Why you staring at the order for," said Carmen. "Hurry up! They'll pick it up by 12 noon."

He laughed, shaking his head, then reached for the espresso machine. “Light, dark, or extra dark roast?” “Surprise me,” I murmured, resting my head on the cool marble surface. He made mine first, a latte with just the right touch of oat milk and honey, the way I liked it. I sipped it slowly as we put away the groceries, cataloging everything he bought like a treasure chest of possibilities. I suggested a truffle mushroom tart. He suggested a breakfast flatbread with duck eggs and goat cheese. We joked about starting a second restaurant called Drunken Market Decisions and naming dishes after poor impulse purchases.

"Hey." "Hey." An awkward silence filled the air between the two as Lucus seemed to wait for Emma to say something. "Umm... I just ordered for us. I hope you don't mind." "That's fine." "I just got a matcha latte for you. It's the only thing that's not too bitter here." "I actually like coffee a lot more now. It comes with owning a cafe." "Right. I didn't realize you had started your own business. I heard from Jasmine."

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

Then he closed the book carefully, sliding something between the pages, and stood. I turned my attention deliberately to the counter. “Tre caffè, per favore,” I told the barista. “Spanish latte, hazelnut latte, americano. And five croissants, please—due alle mandorle, tre al cioccolato.” My voice was steady, casual enough to sound practiced. Footsteps behind me. Steady. Unhurried. “Elisha.” My throat tightened, but I kept my gaze on the neat row of glazed pastries, their shells shining under the glass. “You’ve confused me with someone else.”

I stated, which is a matter of fact. However, Leonardo just smiled. "Prego! That's why I am here. Go and grab a cup. I'll guide you. After all, I already taught you to use the macchinetta." He didn't stop talking. That is why I just followed every step he said. I first made the caramel macchiato that is for Blake, because the latte is obviously for Leon. Leonardo only told me to make it taste better, it should be well extracted, but I don't care how it would taste if it is only for Blake.

he asks, folding his arms on the table as he leans in closer. "Yeah, I don't think so, after last night's conversation, which by the way, I can't recall. Clara told me." I feel so stupid, and I cannot believe Clara did not stop me. Our lattes arrive, a beautiful swirl of steamed milk and espresso, topped with a sprinkle of cocoa powder. I take a sip, savoring the rich, nutty flavor that coats my tongue. I bite into the flaky croissant, enjoying it’s freshly baked crispiness.