Espresso-x Novels & Stories

"The scrying mirror! Can the technicians loop that specific segment? My wolf must witness the bloom one more time!" "Me too! Let me see it!" "Can any wolf here grant me a single sip of that fluid? Just one drop?" "Excuse me, Alpha Sterling? Could you introduce my vanguard to your eldest son? I manage the high trade routes at Orecchiette Cafe..." "I am the supreme director of XX Coffee, and my house requires a formal meeting with his shadow..."

that told me everything. She remembered. “Oh God,” I muttered under my breath, immediately pivoting like I’d just remembered a dentist appointment in Alaska. But before I could make my grand escape, Xves shifted, stepping into my path. “You wanted coffee,” he said, his tone so casual it was practically mocking. “Nope. Change of plans. Tea. Or water. Or oxygen. Let’s go.” His brow arched like he’d just caught me trying to fake my own death. “I think caffeine would be just what you need right now. You’re getting caffeine.”

He also asked for a bagel with cream cheese which both women also opted for, as well as fruit smoothies, while Zach asked for 2 espressos, not a double espresso, he painstakingly explained. "Why 2 espressos and not a double?" Krista asked. "They just add more water, not more coffee, more flavor," Zach explained. "I've tried ordering 2 espressos in a single cup, but they usually cheat and bring me a double. This is my solution to that." After breakfast they got a taxi to George Town to the Cayman National Bank where Susan met with a bank official, Zach and Krista opting to just wait for her in the lobby's waiting area.

DSU's close to this village, so it's not a hassle to go there. So I decided to head to a nearby coffee shop first. 'Early Hail Coffee Shop’ is the name. A not so famous coffee shop. I went to the counter. The woman in the counter greet me but I ignored her and just looked for a coffee to drink. 'Americano, Latte, Espresso—' Oh! I think I want to drink espresso today. Maybe that's just it. “1 espresso” “1.73 d-dollars ma'am” the woman stammered. Looks like she was intimidated by my presence.

Finally, my turn came. I stepped forward, rattling off the drinks as clearly and quickly as I could. “A double shot espresso with almond milk, a matcha oat latte, one cold brew with vanilla, black coffee—no sugar or cream, iced americano, sparkling water with lemon, and chamomile herbal tea. All in takeaway cups, please.” The barista blinked but nodded, tapping into the screen rapidly. I checked my phone again. The meeting had started. My heart sank. My mouth went dry. Alexander would never let this go.

“Oh, God. Don’t get him started.” “Too late,” both Roman and I muttered at the same time. He shared a smile with me briefly, then turned back to his tablet. Instead of sitting at the head of the outdoor table, Joemar pulled the chair over next to me and kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t listen to him. A ristretto is just an espresso dialed up to eleven.” “You will not push my buttons this morning,” Joemar muttered. “But it’s so easy.”

Someone had gone shopping. Sasha heard the steps of Rin’s tread as he followed her and moved to the espresso machine. The counter housed the espresso machine and an old-fashioned coffee maker she was sure Sonny bought in the seventies, but it still worked. She had never tried to use the espresso machine as both she and Sonny were happy with her brewed coffee. Or so she thought.

I could spend days here with friends and have the adrenaline rush I need from a variety of coffee drinks. The doorbell rings, and a customer waltzes in, interrupting my gossip. “Welcome to Espresso Books,” I chant as she smiles at me, then stares at the menu on our counter. “The usual?” “Yes, Grace,” the lady answers, then goes to hunt for books. Natalie joins me behind the table and picks up a plastic cup to scribble down our customer’s name. I grab the coffee beans and start the process of making a double mocha americano coffee.

It came out as a breathy moan. He nodded. "Dynasty Premier Grand Cru." I moaned as my eyes fell closed. I pressed a hand to my throat. "Burr grinder?" "Of course." My eyes wanted to roll up into my head. "French Press?" "Espresso." "Sweet bippy." I leaned against the wall. "If I beg for coffee, you still don't win." I fanned myself at the idea of drinking as close to nectar as I was ever going to get on this plane of existence.

just waiting to reveal yourself. — Gentlemen... - says the waiter, awakening me in the spell cast by X. I keep staring at X as the young man pours a glass of champagne for me and then hands a glass of champagne to my date, which leaves me surprised. — Champagne? - I ask pointing to X. — What do you have? - Question X touches the glass lightly with his lips as the drink passes between his teeth. He loosens the cup slowly on the table and puts a wrinkle on the Mio of his forehead. — What is it?