Espresso Cookie X Latte Cookie 소설 & 이야기

We're business partners after all, I don't want him to think that the money he handed me will come to a waste. These days as well, I've been so busy making lattes and baking goods. I am planning to buy some cooking book so that I will know how to bake cakes but maybe some other days. As of now, we have three flavors of coffees. Americano, Latte, and Espresso. I am still learning how to make Cappuccino. It takes time, it truly does. But I know that in the end, it will be worth it. When I got home, I saw Philip helping the delivery guys to bring inside huge boxes. My chairs!

I added. I was trying to figure him out, but I didn't need him to know I was onto him. I blinked and took a sip from it with his watchful eyes. "Whoa." My eyes grew wide as the taste swirled in my mouth. ‘Even if he kills you off now, Jessie, you know the last thing you tasted was something out of this world.' “I knew you'd like it," he said, beaming with happiness. “It is a vanilla bean latte with almond milk, light foam, and an extra shot.”

She gently took Carter's coffee and placed it beside her own, pointing to the black coffee and labelling it 'Arte', while labelling the mocha 'Apollo'. "They're both coffee. They do the same thing, but their flavours and processes are different, perhaps even the speed at which they work and the strength. If Arte is the darkest of voids, Apollo is the most radiant of lights. Arte absorbs all, Apollo pours in. Imagine them like a yin and yang," Khione smiled. Carter nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted in deep thought.

“I was in for a moment yesterday, but I just grabbed a black coffee on my way to a meeting.” So many questions popped into her head, but Memory stored them away for later. “I always get the mistletoe latte this time of year. It’s creamy with a hint of mint, not too strong, and then it has sort of a... berry after flavor.” Dak raised an eyebrow at her. “Berry? In a latte?” “I know it sounds weird, but it’s really good.” “Oookay....” “Of course, if that’s not your thing....”

Whenever Caleb, the barista who was working right now, had done an order, Lukas would first tell me which coffee was which, and then after a few rounds, he would quiz me in order to help me memorize everything on the menu. “You’re not making the coffee but it’s important for you to know the basics just in case a customer asks you something or would like your recommendation,” said Lukas when there was no one queueing. “So how many espresso shots is a Latte?” “Two,” I answered, recalling what he’d told me fifteen minutes ago. Judging from the way his lips turned upward into a smile, I’d nailed that one. “That’s right. How about a cappuccino?” It took me two seconds to remember. “One.”

The barista—a girl with purple streaks in her hair—gave me a bright smile. “Large iced latte with oat milk, extra shot,” I said. “And… uh, one of those breakfast sandwiches. The one with egg, bacon, avocado. Toasted. And a chocolate croissant. And a bottle of water. Oh—and those little fruit cups. The ones with berries.” She rang it up without batting an eye. “To go?” “Yeah. And can you throw in a couple of those heart-shaped sugar cookies? The pink ones.” She grinned wider. “Special someone?”

“You’re not the kind to take strong coffee, and our espressos are really strong. Besides, if you have a sweet tooth, you should go for a latte with our creamy mocha instead. I recommend that to customers who want something on the sweet side.” I know espressos are the tough stuff, but I opt for it anyway because I need an extra caffeine boost to stimulate my nerves and get me out of the daze I’ve been in since I walked in here yesterday. I don’t say these things to Gracie, though, because I love her honest concern. “Will you sit and share a latte with me?” “No way!” she snaps, then clutches the book she’s holding to her chest. “I’m staying as far away from you as possible, Trevor.”

I placed my hand over his, making him look at me. “It would be, just be positive. You guys will win.” He gave me a lopsided grin and squeezed my hand in gratitude. I pulled my hand away and rested on the chair. At this moment the waitress came with my coffee and it looked really creamy. “Alright love.” she said while placing the cup on the table. “Prepare to be amazed, so this is a quad long shot grande in a venti cup, half calf double cupped no sleeve, salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla, substituted with 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha, and substituted with 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut, half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream, extra hot extra fo

Kate sighed and looked bored. "Here's your coffee." Helen interrupted while placing the coffee in front of her. Of course, that was her order. Kate straightened up and took the coffee. "What's this?" Instantly, Helen's brows furrowed. The question clearly confused her. "That's a latte." “Not caramel macchiato?” "You said latte." "I thought I said caramel macchiato." Kate then returned the glass to the table. "I don't like lattes."

"What can I get you, sir?" The young guy behind the counter asked with a friendly smile. "I'll get a medium Espresso Latte and for my girlfriend.." He paused and looked at me. "You, babe?" I was stunned for a second and my heart flipped with the endearment he just addressed me with, but somehow I managed to respond. "Medium hot chocolate, please," I smiled and watched as the guy punched it in. "Is that all?" Stavros asked.