Hot Barista Novels & Stories

Nathan said. Nathan stared at the plastic cup with the vanilla latte in front of him. The plastic cup filled with ice cubes seemed to be condensing. Nathan didn't really know whether Rose would like the drink or not, but among the other coffee menus, the vanilla latte reminded him of Rose's sweet demeanor despite the bitterness of life. "By the way... is your shop not too crowded, sir?" The barista, who looked to be in his fourth year, returned the remaining change to Nathan. "No, it's not. My shop is always crowded."

I almost regretted that decision. The queue was so long but I didn't give up. I had nothing to do with my time, you know. When I finally reached the barista, I felt like I was in heaven. The barista must have understood how tired I was that she gave me a smile to soothe me. She was very pretty with a smile that melted people's hearts. She didn't have Natasha's charm though. How did Natasha get into my thoughts again? “Here you go,” the barista gave me what I ordered, a hot latte. It was the tastiest I have ever heard. It was worth the long queue.

The atmosphere is cozy and intimate, with soft lighting and comfortable chairs. The barista greets me with a warm smile, “Good afternoon! What can I get for you today?” I glance at the menu and decide on a cappuccino. “I’ll have a cappuccino, please,” I reply. “Coming right up!” she says, as she turns to prepare my drink. I watch as she expertly grinds the beans, tamps the grounds, and pulls the shot. The steam rises from the cup as she pours in the hot coffee and frothed milk. She finishes it off with a sprinkle of cinnamon and a delicate latte art design.

“Do you want hot or cold, bitter or sweet, coffee or tea?” “Not too sweet. I think an iced coffee would be nice,” he says as his voice upturns making his statement sound like a question. “Lana, let’s see if he will like an iced salted caramel macchiato. He loves cookies, so how about the triple chocolate chip.” She grins, “Sure thing, Miss. You seem to know your friend quite well.” There is something different about this barista. Clint and I take our seats while she prepares our drinks and fetches our snacks. I lean over to Clint and whisper, “Lana seems different.”

“Molly, could you please add a large Americano and lemon blueberry scone.” “Sure, can I have a name for the order?” Molly the barista with her ginger hair pulled back in a tight ponytail says with a smile stretching the freckles that speckle her face. How the hell is she this chipper and I’m over dragging like a slug? . “Anthony.” The handsome mob man answers, and my world stops.

Mia snorted again, but indeed she couldn't force something that was out of place at all, the woman tried her best to hold herself back from getting emotional then she pretended to smile so sweetly behind her cellphone. "Okay then, what else can I do? You are really very busy and I also have to be patient, then continue your work if a few days later you are no longer busy then immediately contact me and we can chat together, it seems like spending time in a cafe is not something bad, even though I rarely go to cafes.” “Okay then, see you later.” **

My shoulders loosened without my permission. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself together. Rafael scanned the room like he was clearing it for hostiles. “I hate this already.” “You love this,” I said. “You just don’t know it yet.” He shot me a look. “I know exactly what I love. This isn’t it.” We made our way to the bar. The bartender took one look at us and smiled like Christmas had come early. “What’ll it be?” she asked.

Well, I won't have the house to my self thanks to Mr annoying. “I'm on it". I replied through gritted teeth. “Good". He opened the fridge, and grabbed the jar of milk.. “Use a cu-". He was always drinking it from the jar. “ahh, how refreshing". He belped. “Gross". I murmured then turned on the gas. He came directly to my ear and belped again. “I hate you". I groaned, feeling irritated.. “I love you too". He replied, clicking his tongue.

he said as Ashley smiled brightly before nodding as Jake left. As Jake left, Ashley stood up from the couch and proceeded to look around before something caught her eye, "Hey, I got red wine, I hope that's ok- Ash?" Jake called out as he entered the living room with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. Ashley turned around with a smoke hookah in her hand as she raised an eyebrow, "What's this?" She asked as Jake rolled her eyes, "That's Max's," he replied as he reached for it causing Ashley to pull away from his reach.

At one big round table, Kenzie took a deep breath and said, "Well, as you can see... I'm not just a regular barista." "Uhuh."