Hot Barista Novels & Stories

“I really love their cappuccino. They're hands down the best Café in town.” “And the only ones with a grumpy barista.” I'd never seen her happy before. Every time, she looked as if she'd just been woken up from a 2-hour nap and forced to work for 22 hours a day. He smiled. “That's the charm. Most people come over just for her.” He took another sip of his drink. “So, as I was saying —”

“If YOU have a problem you can take it up with Aubrey’s boss, Alpha Adonis Zachariah!” “Not THE Alpha Adonis Zachariah?!” Wilson asks. “Oh! The one and only,” Avery says nonchalantly. I get our iced coffees from the cute barista. He’s a hybrid from the smell of him. Too bad he’s so young and probably still has a mate out there waiting to meet him. “We have shopping to do and plans to make. Get out of my way, Big Bad Wolfie!” I say teasingly as I strut past Wilson with my head held high and be sure to sway my hips to emphasize what he is missing.

The barista, a freckle-faced teenager with curly brown hair and olive skin, fumbled to raise his head from the mobile badly hidden behind the register when Vivienne made it to the front. Painting on a patented magazine smile, she greeted him politely, “Hi, could I get a black coffee for here? Medium, please.” “Um…” Dark blue eyes went wide behind the round frames of his glasses. The phone slipped out of his hands and clattered very loudly on the ground.

Who the hell wears such gloves to serve coffee? He set the tray down wordlessly and turned to leave. Dante’s voice cut through the moment like a blade. “Wait.” The barista froze, mid-step. Dante leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing, lips tugging into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s our first time here,” he said coolly. “Don’t you think you should welcome us? Or is your customer service as dead as your espresso?” The man didn’t reply. He didn’t even twitch.

Isaac held up a hand with a smile "you don't need to start apologising again, these things happen, OK?" "The barista said she'd probably have been quieter if she hadn't got a point to prove from her last visit. Apparently, they had a guy working there who was pretty bad," Ash plunged his hands into his pockets. "She had a blazing argument and it ended unpleasantly. They were going to fire him anyway but she seems to want to take credit for the last straw, and brag that she feels she keeps the place open." "Make enemies rather than friends, interesting concept." Isaac glanced back through the tinted glass window, just in time to see her practically slap someone as she threw her hand back with

He ended the call and redialed another number almost immediately, scribbling something in his little black notebook while speaking in a relaxed tone. “Here you go—two cappuccinos and one iced caramel macchiato,” the barista said with a cheerful smile. I gave a polite smile in return, picked up the tray, and walked to Jarred’s usual seat—center table, right next to the glass wall. Always the best spot. I set his coffee in front of him and placed the two cups on my side. One was for me. The other was for Hade, who had already claimed the seat beside mine. He smiled, wide and childlike, as I handed him his drink.

"I apologize if I seem confused, but isn't it possible to make an exception? I've seen others enjoying hot chocolate here before." "I'm sorry, miss, but we're not allowed to do that." "Don't tell me that, because I saw a guy who just came from here at your cafe, and he was carrying hot chocolate with a logo on the takeout cup of your café!" I said angrily to the barista and raised an eyebrow at him. "Boss Tyler made it himself for that guy he was with the whole day, Miss Jessica" "Tyler's here? With that faggot?" The barista named Caleb who's a bit familiar, turned at me with a deadly glare.

“Yes, perfect!!” Elliott yelled. “This is exactly what I’m talkin’ about!” Standing under a sign that read Hotties Coffee, the redhead barista opposite him laughed and handed him his usual triple espresso from across the counter. “Every day is almost like your first time.” He pointed at the drink, completely missing the gleam of longing she barely hid behind teenage eyes. Boyish enthusiasm coming from a devilishly handsome man in a snug, exquisitely tailored black suit was truly disarming.

His green eyes dart down to her lips then back up to her mischievous expression. The barista behind the counter breaks the tension. “Good morning, what can I get for you?” the barista asks, she is a young woman with light blond hair pulled back neatly into a low ponytail. She is wearing a red-and-white vertically striped button-up shirt, layered under a brown apron tied around her waist. “Two cappuccinos and a chocolate chip muffin,” Zack said gruffly, looking over at Anna’s playful face. The barista types on the touch screen monitor in front of her, before saying, “Alright, that will be out soon. You may pay so long.” The card machine beside the monitor flickered to live and Zack easily tap

“Now listen closely, I will tell you this only once. We may all be working under the banner of the Barred Forces but we have some rivalry, never confuse baristas, bartenders, mixologists and sommeliers.” “Baristas in non-Italian countries means someone who is a specialist in coffee. By that I don’t mean the Moonbucks baristas who don’t have a clue of what coffee is. A real barista knows the farm to cup process of coffee. From how it was grown to its processing and finally production. They know, the roast, the taste, can describe the flavor profile of espresso, and that requires knowledge and skill. I am a proud barista and roaster.”