Espresso-x นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He’ll know. And now, I looked at it again. A full-page, bullet-pointed, bolded guide titled “Mr Blackwood’s Coffee: Do Not Deviate”. I squinted at it like it was some kind of ancient spellbook. Or worse—blueprints for constructing a bomb. “Two full tablespoons of espresso grind. Not coarse. Not fine. Medium-dark roast only.” “Heat milk separately. Not more than 60 seconds. Use a thermometer. If no thermometer, pray.”

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

I said, trying to sound as professional as ever. A young handsome looking man stood by him, and one could tell that he was an assistant. “I’ll have a cotardo, made exactly to my specifications. I expect perfection, nothing less” he said, his gaze on his phone without sparing me a glance, and I arched my brows taking note of his precise order. “Of course sir, that'll be a cortado with 3:5 espresso to milk ratio, made with Ethiopian Yirgacheffe beans, and a dash of cinnamon on top.” I said, maintaining eye contact, showing confidence and assertiveness.

"Well, just postpone my payment, then. Can we start the tutoring session?" He wanted to ask Marie's meaning about payment, which the woman had also mentioned two hours ago, but he did not dare to ask. Using the simple explanation as he could do to Marie to make her understand, he explained one by one the tools that a barista need for making coffee. From coffee grinder, explaining various types of coffee powder and body level type, how to do tamping to compress coffee powder, until the last part—using an espresso machine.

she asks. “I have an order to pick up,” Benedict says. “Last name Montgomery.” She consults her tablet and then smiles. “Benedict? I see your order here, give me a second to go grab it.” “What did you order?” I ask, unable to stop asking questions. He just smiles and leads me over to one of the displays. On it is one of those fancy coffee machines that I’ve dreamed about. It does espresso and steams and froths milk, and can handle pods as well as brew big pots. It’s a gorgeous, shiny stainless steel thing, and my eyes are as wide as saucers as I look up at Benedict.

"Right. I will be more observant and learn faster." Xenon made no response but took the freshly prepared espresso from the chief maid. "Here's your coffee, Mr. Uba." The maid said politely. An expresso, or two sometimes, in the morning had become a must for Xenon. Miya had noticed how much Xenon depended on caffeine to stay awake. He had been having trouble sleeping at night, apart from his shoulder pain and headache. "Did you not sleep well?" Miya asked tentatively, genuinely Concerned.

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.

“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?”

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

I go back to the living room and make myself an espresso to help me wake up a little more. “Good morning” Xavier says as he approaches me already showered and dressed. “Morning” I say a little too friendly feeling to caffeine kick in. “Sorry, I think the espresso woke me up a little too much” I laugh. He just chuckles and makes himself one too. “Maybe it’ll put me in a chirpy mood too.” He laughs downing his.