Espresso-x Novels & Stories

Keeping his body facing slightly away so he didn’t seem like he was coming onto her, he gently persisted, “When you’re out at a restaurant at night don’t they always ask if you want coffee with your dessert? The answer is always…” “Yes,” she smiled. “Exactly! It’s always yes.” He downed his cup. It was a bitch to make espresso last even when there were three shots of it. He called over, “Terry, I need a couple more. It’s gone already.” “I wonder why,” the barista laughed. “You’re addicted!” XXX

I smiled back before I entered the vicinity. The whole place looks very therapeutic because of it’s minimalist and clean design. This is what I like about this place, very calm and it gives me peace of mind. “Good morning. What can I offer you, ma’am?” “I like a cup of espresso” “Oh” She looked surprised when I told her my order. “It’s rare in our woman costumers to order espresso. They usually just order black coffee or latte” “Because it’s strong?” “Yeah, exactly” the bartender responded.

“The swear jar is over there, you’ll fit right in. You can leave your stuff in my office, there’s a staff locker in there you can use.” Maxine pauses in thought. “Wait, so what is the difference between a long black and an americano?” “An americano is espresso with water added, a long black is water with espresso added, it has a stronger and fuller taste.” Harley shoots Maxine a wink and a smile as I go to lead Maxine to Harley’s office. When Harley’s eyes dart to mine that smile drops and she goes back to making coffee. The Marcos’ seem to argue for a few minutes before deciding on which of them shows Maxine where everything is. For her sake I hope she takes a page out of Sam’s book; don’t

"Mmm, you mean you can't believe your cousin pushed us together? I mean, we were like that but with meeting Diego and hearing all that…” "For once I'm glad." The kettle whistled. At the cue, Xavier poured the water into a coffee press. All his movements were smooth and efficient. It was like he cooked a locally-sourced fry-up every morning, only that day he'd happened to make double of everything. "Could you grab the plates, Cara?" Xavier nodded toward a cabinet. For the moment we were silent as we moved everything from the roaring stove to the table. Through a couple bites and a long sip of coffee, Xavier gazed at me with stars in his eyes.

The bowls sat in a neat row, ready to be filled with minced garlic and diced onions and measured spices and all the other components that made cooking possible. The espresso machine moved eight inches to the right. He unplugged it, lifted it—it was also heavier than it looked, the engineering that made it so good, also making it substantial—and set it down in its new position. He plugged it back in, turned it on, and watched the lights come on. It worked perfectly. Of course it worked perfectly. Eight inches wasn't going to break a La Marzocco.

She skimmed it quickly. "Ding." Another email. Probably meeting docs, she figured. But the second she clicked it open, her eyebrows lifted in visible disbelief. Email subject: [Alpha's Personal Preferences Guide.] What the actual hell? She opened the cursed file. The level of detail? Straight-up insane. First cup of coffee: Ethiopian Geisha, natural process, exactly 20g, water at precisely 92°C. After naps? Japanese gyokuro made with 70°C water. Working past midnight? Sparkling water, exactly three ice cubes.

All of them were chatting with coffee in their hands. MaElena sat there.. Servant gave a coffee to Xavier..And a Milk glass with Kesar and Badam to Elena which she took without any tantrums as if it very good for Xavier's Princess.. Xavier:Mumma.. Nyo:Ha beta.. Xavier: Mumma.. I want to take Elenadu to beach today..

He smirked with amusement in his eyes while I giggled, he pulled out a credit card from his pocket. "Here's the card." "W-what?" "Take the card Ms Brown." I mindlessly grabbed his card and walked towards the elevator. ~~~ "Another cup of cappuccino, no sugar... and um could you get me an Espresso too, medium coffee cream and two cubes of sugar. Thanks... And uh could you add a bit of whipped cream on top. Yup, that would be great." "Name?" She asks "Uh... Lex, for the cappuccino and Dove for the Expresso"

Irene asked unhurriedly. Silence ensued, so Irene continued, "You've all been working here for a while, and know each other well enough. I could tell because I've been working here too, and I just have to pay attention from time to time if I want to know you. For example, Raven there likes her coffee pressed, which is made by mixing boiled water and coarse ground coffee beans. It's purer and tastes stronger." Leveling her gaze at the woman sitting on the row to her right, she asked, "Or am I wrong?"

he teased causing her to burst into fits of laughter. "That's smart of you though." "See?" He said still smiling just as the waiter placed their order on their table. George was having just hot espresso with whipped cream toppings. Sarah quirked her brows at him, "are you going to have only that? You wanted to eat." He nodded, " yeah I was. Don't feel like eating any more though, so i'll just go with coffee." He raised the cup slightly up before taking a sip, humming in pleasure as his eyes met her amused expression. This was a side of George that she never saw. A side of him that she never knew he had as though she actually knew a thing about her 'crush.'