Espresso-x Novels & Stories

she snapped her fingers in the air as a grin escaped her lips, "and he's begging for mine." Her laughter boomed to the point of applause, drawing attention all around until she realized she needed to shut her mouth as soon as possible. Serena shook her head in surprise. Her eyebrows furrowed high. "I thought the dere would be cool enough to get you. " "It's just that I'm really insistent on making it official for Angga and I," Maureen complained before taking a sip from the straw stuck in her iced coffee. Americano, a type of espresso that is diluted and acceptable on an empty stomach without sugar. It was still bitter on Maureen's tongue.

Alexandria said with a sweet smile. 'Pfft,' Zion stifled a laugh making both their heads snap towards him. "Sorry... Sorry, carry on," He said to them with a small chuckle. "It's coffee, right?" Xander said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Yes, black coffee without sugar," Alexandria said with confidence. 'D**n... This woman must have a death wish, she served black coffee to the almighty Xander?" Zion thought, looking at Alexandria with shock. "Okay, I agree with you, it's delicious black coffee," Xander said, eyeing the cup of coffee on the ebony desk.

"Ah,yeah. Quit worrying about what I've recently said, there's an understudies from a torched school. Perhaps I set up that things—aww!" I snickered when I perceive how sweet Haxila and Raven is, they truly love one another. Jaxon moved in my side, he inclined his back and rested his head to the couch, he looked so drained. "Do you need me to make you an espresso?" He marginally gestures at me, I stood physically active to walk yet Haru abruptly mentioned something, "Can you additionally make an espresso for me?" "Obviously, Haxilla and Raven, you need some espresso as well?" They gesture at me so I strolled directly to the kitchen.

This won't be good. “Valerie, what's Zachary's go-to drink. I snorted. “Easy peasy,” Zachary arched his brows at me, a flicker of challenge in his eyes. It's surely caffeine. “Espresso,” I declared confidently. I can't wait for Elena's disappointed pout. No strawberry — “Wrong,” Zachary drawled, his eyes glinting in amusement.“Whisky.” My stomach dropped. “Wait— what? “Ooooh, looks like it’s strawberry time!” Isabel squealed with glee.

Felix said with a smile. “1 espresso, coming right away.” Amelthia cleaned her hands and turned to make the coffee quick. Felix kept looking at Amelthia how she turned and took the porta filter and put coffee in it leveling it and attaching it back to the machine. It was all mesmerizing to Felix’s eyes how she was working. Her hairs tied in a messy bun and a little of the hairs on her forehead sides. Felix got up walking to the counter but he moved to the door going behind it and standing beside Amelthia. Amelthia got startled a bit by the sudden presence beside her. She looked at Felix as he looked back in her eyes.

Once she seemed satisfied, she took her seat again across from him. “Drink the coffee, sir,” she said, handing him the cup. “I don’t think coffee will help much, but thank you,” he replied, taking it. “Did you know caffeine is an alkaloid?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “It belongs to the xanthine group.” His confusion was evident. “It’s considered a psychoactive stimulant.” “I’m not following—” “What I’m trying to say is that you’ll feel better after drinking it,” she interrupted, her tone bordering on maternal. “It’ll give you a boost of energy. Exactly what you’re lacking right now, sir.”

"Is the machine ready?" "I'll handle it," Mason said. He walked over to a vintage Gaggia espresso machine in the corner—a chrome beast that looked more like a piece of art than an appliance. I dug in, the food was incredible. A few minutes later, Mason returned, sliding a small cup next to my plate. I took a sip, the bitter espresso and velvety foam coating my tongue. There was a sweet, nutty undertone I couldn't place. I leaned back, closing my eyes to savor it.

“Don’t push your luck.” He just laughed under his breath as Jenna joined us, trailing a few steps behind like a proper bodyguard. The hostess at the entrance barely gave us a second glance before leading us to a reserved table by the window. I sat down, trying to ignore how aware I was of Damien beside me. A waiter appeared, professional and poised. “What can I get you to drink?” “An Americano for me,” I said, forcing a smile. Damien didn’t hesitate. “Espresso. Double.”

The attendant, a clean-cut, nice-looking man, moved towards him and bent down to take his order, his soft deodorant enchanting those around him. “Good morning, sir. What would you like to order this morning?” “I will like to order coffee. Which variants do you have?” “Anyone you like to order, sir, we have cappuccino, latte, and espresso, and we can even concoct any type you want, and oh, there’s instant coffee too,” teasing Cameron. “I will like the cappuccino, cream, and two sugars. Make it steaming hot.” "Yes, sir, coming right up,” he answered, noting some things in the little notepad he was holding.

The owner slides a tiny cup of pitch-black liquid, a golden, flaky croissant, and a small dish of marinated olives and soft-core cheese across the counter. Mia downs her own tiny cup in one swift, elegant motion. She taps the counter. "Your turn. Drink." Elias eyes the thimble-sized cup with deep suspicion. He lifts it and takes a sip. Instantly, his stoic facade cracks. The sheer, unadulterated, violently bitter espresso hits his tongue without mercy. "This..." Elias slowly lowers the cup, politely fighting the urge to grimace. "Is incredibly...concentrated." "It's a ristretto," Mia laughs, her eyes crinkling. "Shorter extraction than a standard espresso. Locals drink it straight."