Espresso Cookie X Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

No, this was something else entirely. Emma looked uncomfortable and shrugged. “There are tiers in this pack. He’s above my tier. Here you go. It’s a butterscotch latte. I hope you like it. If not, let me know. It’s one of my favorites, so I figured it was a good option,” she rambled on.

I am not on social media so I probably shouldn't worry about that. But what if my co-workers saw it...what if... "Lena". His voice cuts into my thoughts. I blinked. "You can trust me". Wait what? How did he read my mind? "I’ll have the special house blend latte, but make it with oat milk instead of regular, extra shot of espresso, and a touch of cinnamon on top.and one of those fresh blueberry muffins if they’re still warm,please.” He said all of a sudden. I blinked and nodded slowly then pulled the window to the kitchen area.

“Hi there! Welcome to Sweetness & Light!” A tall man stood in the middle of Hannah’s bakery wearing a chic, dark suit and a frustrated expression. “Please tell me you have espresso here. Please. Please.” “Sure thing. Would you like it as a latte? Our eggnog latte is amazing.” “An eggnog latte? Maybe if I wanted an early grave,” the man muttered to himself. “Just an Americano, please.” “Do you want any cream, sugar, or flavoring? We have a great Christmas cookie flavored syrup this month,” Hannah said as she headed for the shop’s espresso machine, her hands quickly working the press.

He rolled his eyes at his cup like there was nothing better in the world. She gave him a sideways look in an effort to answer but kept hiding her face. “I think they use espresso when making lattes? I only get those.” “Ah. I haven’t tried a latte. Are they good?” “Mmhmm.” A dark-haired man in a navy blue suit left the register holding a steaming cup of Joe, his coin tip still rattling in the jar as he walked away. The woman took his place to order. Elias could tell she didn't want his attention, but that was too bad. She had it. He had to find out who did that to her. He had to help.

She puts the tray down on the desk and says: - You didn't tell me how you liked your coffee, so I bought Espresso, Americano, latte, macchiato, cappuccino, and mocha. - she says, pointing to each cup. Christopher smiled. - Well, you covered all the hypotheses. I stick with Americano. I hope it's sugar-free. – he says, taking the cup. - They are all unsweetened. Swap the sugar aside. - From now on, you can bring me Americano daily. When I want something else, I'll let you know. - he says with a smile.

The lady behind the register asked politely. “I want to purchase Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino, Apple Crisp Frappuccino, Chocolate Cookie Crumble Crème Frappuccino, Caramel Ribbon Crunch Crème Frappuccino, Chocolate Almond Milk Shaken Espresso, Iced Chocolate Almondmilk Shaken Espresso, Iced White Chocolate Mocha, Cold Brew Coffee, Iced Blonde Caffè Americano, Iced Caramel Macchiato, Salted Caramel Cream Cold Brew, and Caffé Americano with Doughnuts, Apple pie, Chocolate brownie Cake, Cheesecake, Baklava, Tiramisu, Apple crisp, Banana pudding, Black Forest cake, Carrot cake, Chocolate cake…” “Please have a seat, sir. We will have your order shortly.”

His thumb stroked circles on my palm whenever I tensed at the sight of too many people. Inside smelled like roasted beans and cinnamon. The barista looked up with a smile. "Good morning! What can I get you?" My mind went completely blank. Coffee. I wanted coffee. But the menu board behind her had at least twenty options. Latte. Cappuccino. Americano. Macchiato. Cold brew. Flavored. Unflavored. Hot. Iced. "Um..." I stuttered. "I'll have a large black coffee," Lucien said. "And my fiancée will have a vanilla latte. Extra vanilla, light foam."

She never took crap from anyone. As all the different coffees were brewing, I went to open the register. At six, we switched the sign to Open. When I had first started the job, I thought I’d never learn everything, but now I was an expert at all the different types of espresso drinks—cappuccino, latte, Americano, macchiato, mocha, flat white, etc. Even though Lucy had been working here longer than me, she still got the drinks confused sometimes. She mostly helped with decorating cakes and making dough for all the different pastries anyway, since that was her true passion. She was basically Valerie’s protégé and always helped her whenever someone ordered an elaborate cake, especially for wedd

Kurt said and Annika just agreed, they all pile into Kurt's car, and he drives them to his house and back to his office. Kurt was back in the office and had tons of paperwork to do and documents to review about the current project he was working on. He called Jasper and told him that he needed a refreshment. Jasper went out and got him Iced Caramel Macchiato. It's a vanilla-flavored espresso drink with cold milk, ice, and a drizzle of caramel. ‘You should be needing one of these Sir Kurt. It seems that you’re struggling a lot lately with the project.” Jasper concernedly said as he handed him the refreshment.

The espresso machine hissed like it was personally offended, spitting out another shot that smelled burnt before it even hit the cup. Evelyn Harper wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist, leaving a faint streak of steamed milk across her skin. Tuesday night crowd half tourists, half locals pretending they weren’t tourists and every single one of them wanted something complicated. “Extra-hot oat-milk latte with two pumps sugar-free vanilla and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top only, please,” the woman in front of her said, not looking up from her phone.