روايات وقصص ضمن Hot Barista

“He’s mine! He’s always been mine! You think putting a ring on your finger means anything?! You think this is real?! You think you’ve won?!” Roman appeared in my periphery, but she wouldn’t let go. Her hand stayed tangled in my hair like she was trying to rip out my scalp. The barista—yes, that barista, the timid guy who almost scalded me with hot water earlier today—rushed over, his face pale. “Please—ladies—ma’am—p-please, this is a public establishment. There are other customers—” “Back off!” she snarled at him, her grip tightening.

When I reached the counter, I opened my mouth to order my usual complicated drink—half-caf almond milk latte with two pumps sugar-free vanilla and a shot of espresso, extra hot but not too hot—but Dante's voice cut through mine. "Grande half-caf almond milk latte, two pumps sugar-free vanilla, extra shot, extra hot but not scalding. And a black coffee, large." He handed over his card before I could process what just happened. I stared at him. "How did you..." "Lucky guess." But the smirk on his face said it was anything but lucky. The barista took his card without comment, clearly used to weird customer dynamics. I should have argued. Should have done something other than stand there gaping

Extra hot. Extra hot. Seriously. Who even specifies extra hot anymore? Like, what was I supposed to do, ask the barista to make it with the fire of Mordor? I was tempted, so tempted, to hand it to him boiling and say, “Here’s your lava juice, Your Majesty.” But alas, I needed this job. Desperately. This job paid rent, bought groceries, and, more importantly, kept my resume looking like I had my life together. So I didn’t say a word. I smiled politely, handed him his coffee, watched him barely acknowledge my existence, and went back to my desk like I hadn’t once seen that mouth of his curve in a smile meant only for me.

I take advantage othe time she’s focused on the task to admire her. “It might not mean much to you Tea Boy, but there’s a whole bunch of regulars that require their caffeine hit around here, and consistency is key. No funny business. Give me your hand.” Harley takes my hand and puts it onto the milk jug as she turns on the steam. Her touch sends tingles through my arm. “Use your hand to feel the temperature, there’s a thermometer around here somewhere if you’d prefer, but the general rule is: you should be able to hold your hand on it for three seconds once it gets hot. Anything hotter and it’ll scold.”

I whispered. "Would that be all?" The barista leaned forward a little and stared at me. I shot Kathleen a questioning gaze and she shrugged in defeat. "Alright, you win. Hand me his number." "Another cup of coffee. Acrid. Burned Coffee," I enunciated. "I'll never understand why she likes them bitter- Er...with muffins too," I said to the barista before turning to Kathleen, handing Tom Sullivan's number to her. Ring...ring...ring...

“We have Stevens,” Leon said. Leon is my best friend, my business partner, and my Beta. “I will call you back once I have additional information, for now, don’t sign any contract,” he added. My thought was interrupted by a sweet smell that hit my nose as Athena, one of the baristas in my cafe served my coffee. I am not sure if the sweet smell that lingers on my nose came from the coffee or Athena. My eyes followed her movements as she turned to her heels and walked towards the back and I have myself guessed that she is changing, getting ready to leave.

I keep switching between my email and the online catalog on my phone, struggling to figure out how to keep what I want in order. “Can I help you with anything?” The bubbly barista sets down my favorite cappuccino. “On the house,” she says with a smile. “Oh! Uh, thank you.” She winks. “It’s decaf, don’t worry.” “Ah, smart. What’s your name, anyway?” “Katie. Pleased to meet you, Kira.”

“Good afternoon, Alpha Finn! So lovely to see you again!” “Hey Tabitha...Bill. How’s business?” Tabitha got busy preparing my order before I had even made it up to the counter. “Oh, things are great. The good weather keeps lots of people out and about. We’ve created some new iced selections to keep things fresh, plus no one wants to drink boiling hot coffee in this heat…except for you, Alpha!” Tabitha smiled sweetly at me, her soft wrinkles crinkling. “If it doesn’t burn going down, then it doesn’t feel like it’s doing its job.” I shrugged.

sabi nito sa may kalakasang boses dahil hindi sila magkarinigan sa loob ng bar. "Diin me all you want. Saka wala namang namatay dahil pinagalitan no. Kahit mag-rant pa si Lola wala na siyang magagawa kasi tapos na, nangyari na," kibit-balikat niyang tugon bago tinungga ang bote ng beer.

She couldn’t see the look he was having on his face. “Is this hand free to have a dance with me?” Georgia’s sight was blocked when a towering man stood in front of her who appeared out of nowhere. Georgia ran up her eyes to see the man’s looks, and she couldn't be more surprised when she recognized him! That blonde curly hair and that mole on his right cheek… she does know him! “Are you perhaps… a barista at the 10 o’clock cafe?” Surprised, she asked. She couldn’t be mistaken! Of course, she recognized the barista who has been serving her her favorite drinks throughout her career!