Espresso X Madeleine Novels & Stories

I closed the file on the tablet with a decisive snap. “Set the alarm, Chloe. And prepare three trays of my signature, perfectly salted caramel macarons. The kind that tastes exactly like existential despair and expensive butter. I'm going to meet my new best friend.”

It gives me a lot of time to think, but there's nothing good in my head. My phone rings. I pick it up, not knowing who to expect. It's Madeleine. "Hey sissy. What's up?" "I think I made too much food. And I don't like eating heavy meals at night. Wanna come over?" Like she needed to ask. "Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes." Madeleine did cook a lot of food. Her whole counter is full with pots and saucepans filled with food. "What's with all this food? Is there an event here?"

A maid’s presence outside the wide open doorway breaks her thoughts. “Hello, I brought some refreshments, may I bring it in?” she asked. Marianne gestures to her to bring it inside. She pushes the wooden cart inside, which contains cut-up fruit, freshly baked cookies and array of refreshments. She makes her way towards the coffee table then lays out some on the table. She then politely asked them what they would like to drink. She put the fruit platter in the middle and two small plates with fruit cutleries on the sides. “Black coffee, no sugar, please,” said Francois.

It was only the second time I had been to Gregory's café, but from what I had already observed in that time, he was always very attentive to everyone's orders and made a point of preparing the drink with care and attention to detail. Today, I ordered an espresso with milk and brown sugar. Gregory brought me exactly what I asked for, and even added a special touch: a little cinnamon powder on the surface of the drink. The aroma combined with the flavor was divine, I felt like I was drinking a gourmet and at the same time homemade coffee.

asked Rudolf, he had a daily worker who would help him until the shop closed, but she was busy taking care of the coffee beans in the back, so Rudolf had the front to himself. Zayn looked at the menu book. "A glass of affogato and a slice of strawberry mile crepes." "Sure. Your order will be here shortly." Rudolf stepped aside and executed Zayn's order, he had Nadine deliver a coffee cup filled with espresso blended with vanilla ice cream along with a small plate for a slice of strawberry mile crepes. A sweet combination. Nadine didn't recognize Zayn, so she treated him like a regular visitor.

“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?”

Just the difference in the last twenty-four hours had you staring off into space while you were in line at the coffee shop down the street from the office. "Excuse me? Sir?" You shook your head, waking yourself up. "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled, stepping up to the counter and thumbing open your phone to read off the orders. "I need three black coffees extra large, plus an almond macchiato large, a french vanilla large, two cold brews medium aaaand can I get one of those chocolate pastry things?" You asked.

Something about her gaze lingered, sharp and probing, before she ordered a flat white and vanished into the morning crowd. She ordered a marocchino—medium, with whipped cream—her manner suggesting she hadn’t time for more than brief civilities. The elderly woman seemed to be hurrying somewhere, her movements clipped yet unhurried. I placed a few sugar cubes on the saucer, separate, as she preferred.

Judging by his reactions, he seemed to enjoy it when penetrated deeply. Unaware of Douglass's lewd thoughts, Mitch bustled about and returned with a plate full of items. "From the right: tiramisu, crème brûlée, biscotti, and craquelin choux." "And?" "Try them and tell me which pairs best with espresso and Americano." "What will you give me if I do?" Douglass raised his eyebrows mischievously with a playful expression. "...Forget it, don't eat them then." "I'm joking. I'll eat."

“Some prick bumped into me, and I dropped the cakes.” “Mother fucker.” She slaps her hand over her mouth. Gutter mouth is genetic. Mikayla opens the box and looks inside. “Fuuuuck.” “I know right.” I sit across from her. “Didn’t even apologize.” Marco brings me an espresso coretto. It’s just coffee with a bit of brandy, though knowing Marco it’s probably brandy with a bit of coffee. I got a liquor license just so we can make these. Who knew it’d be so damn popular for people to have a little something extra in their morning coffee, especially in the winter season. A splash of amoretto in the affogato is also popular on hotter days like today.