Espresso X Madeleine Novels & Stories

In the kitchen—a blend of modern appliances and original architectural features—I found Elena preparing what appeared to be bread dough, her weathered hands working with practiced efficiency. She straightened when she saw me, brushing flour from her apron. “Good morning, Miss Adeline. I hope you slept well.” “I did, thank you.” The lie came easily. “Is there coffee?” “Of course.” She moved to a sleek espresso machine that probably cost more than six months of my rent. “Mr. Brocandale mentioned you prefer it with just a touch of cream, no sugar.” I blinked, surprised he’d noticed such a detail. “That’s right.”

But she doesn’t say anything. “As you can see this is our Debbie-downer.” Cino chuckles, but Allessandra doesn’t give him any attention as she opens the small bag against her hip and remove some disinfectant and start doing her magic on Madelaine’s head. “What about coffee, then?” He offers to no avail. “I also have flavored milkshakes, tea, iced coffee, wine, whiskey…” “Water is fine.” Mia finally gives in to Cino’s moaning.

Anna and Dalton sat on one of the terrasse, outside a french café. Anna took a sip of her hot chocolate, topped with marshmallows and whipped cream. She always indulges her sweet tooth. On the table, crepés, croissants, baked eggs, and quiches were laid out. Dalton insisted on a quick brunch before they head to the well-known Jeave boutique. “So, I guess Madeleine still remembers us,” Dalton commented. "Yeah, she seemed a bit upset that we 'abandoned' her for five years.” Anna added.

What I told you, It's undecipherable. Our coffee come, mine was a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, Dex's was Mocca frappucino with cinnamon and hazelnut while Mark ordered a plain iced americano. It would be nice if we could just drink in silence but then, my wish isn't their command. So here is come, the bombardon of question. starting from Dex to Mark,

Then, she followed Xavier to a café down the street. Since it was after work hours, the place was nearly empty, with only a few customers. A soft, sentimental ballad was playing in the background. Once they sat down, a waitress came over with menus. Xavier naturally took charge. "We'll have one Blue Mountain, one Mendhling coffee, and a dessert." Gabriella interjected, "I'll have a glass of lemon water." Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you love Mendhling?" Gabriella smiled faintly. "People change."

This signaled an emergency! "Waah... I'm really scared. Good thing I don't have to deal with him directly!" I said thanks to myself. "Eh! Who said that!! He asked for coffee! It's a double-shot espresso with no sugar! He asked me to make it earlier! I made it yesterday...huhuh... now there's you! You give this... to him! He asked for a double shot espresso, no sugar!" Ms. Claudia handed me the glass she had been stirring.

He called after her. She walked into the kitchen to get it. When she came back Marco had finished the treat. “Just like my mother used to make.” He grinned sipping coffee. “I’m glad you like it. What other recipes can I try.” Marco cleared his throat. “So many. There’s Torta Caprese,Cannoli-“ He coughed again. “Do you want some water?” Eleni asked. "No I'm fine. Another favorite of mine is Cassata Siciliana…”

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.