Hot Barista Novels & Stories

“Push a button, pour some milk, smile. People pay a hundred pesos for this?” She poked the steam wand. A jet of steam burst out and nearly scorched her hand. She yelped, hopping back. “Brilliant. The billionaire heiress to Navarro Coffee, singlehandedly defeated by a cappuccino machine. My family would be so proud,” she grumbled. Of course, no one around her knew who she really was. To the morning crowd shuffling in for their caffeine fix, she was the awkward new barista who clearly hadn’t been properly trained. Which was exactly how she wanted it.

“But I do reward loyalty.” There was something behind his tone. Something dangerous and oddly magnetic. I swallowed. “Got it.” He handed me a black apron from a hook on the wall. His fingers brushed mine briefly—deliberate or not, I couldn’t tell. “You’ll do just fine,” Eliot said, smiling with only one corner of his mouth. Out front, the barista from earlier was waiting. “You survived?” she asked, leaning on the counter. “Barely.” “My name is Ivy,” she said, offering a hand. “Welcome to Kafé Verse, where caffeine is king and sanity is optional.”

The coffee monsters in my stomach started grumbling, not giving me a chance to resist my addiction. Gin noticed my desire for coffee and he volunteered to order something for us. I watched as he stood and went to the counter, the barista gleefully served him. When the barista handed him the tray where a hot choco and Cappuccino were, only then did I remember that he didn't ask me for anything. He just volunteered to order and went straight to the counter. I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him.

"How about I make some tea?" "I have wanted to ask you this before," Febrina finally stopped hiding her face, looking at Gavin in surprise. "But aren't you working as a bartender?" "Yes, indeed," Gavin answered innocently. The man then rolled up his collar, looked at the smartwatch attached to his left arm. "And it reminds me of one thing: I have to open my bar in two hours. Then what's the problem with my offer just now?" "Can you really make coffee? Or tea?”

Noel bites her lip and looks down at the hint of truth in his words, like he is no longer speaking about Abel, but rather his own past experiences. “Hey boss, can I get another one?” a man down the other end of the bar calls out, holding up his empty mug. Harken nods to him and wanders over. “What are you drinking, my friend?” he asks, instantly turning on the customer service charm, throwing the tea towel he is holding over his shoulder for added flare.

“Well, fate keeps stealing my coffee, so today I need one that’s strong enough to fight back. Triple shot latte. Caramel. Two sugars. Please.” She laughed as she tapped at the register. “Rough morning?” “You have no idea.” She handed me my change and nodded toward the end of the counter. “One power coffee coming right up.” I stepped to the side and waited. I watched the machines hiss and steam behind the glass, hypnotized by the sound of espresso pouring into paper cups. My fingers tapped against the counter. The barista handed me the cup a moment later with a grin. “Careful, this one bites back.”

At the word pistachio, the barista’s eyes widen before he smiles. "I understand, agent. I will bring the drinks to your table when they are ready." ** The cherry-coloured drink pressed on the table has condensation dripping from it, while the chocolate peppermint has steam. "It's yours. drink." I say, pushing the pink drink to him. The man sneers as I raise my drink to his. “Surely I don’t have to throw another tantrum for you to listen, do I?” Grinding his teeth, the man takes the drink and, without clinking it against mine, sips it all in one go.

I said it like I always ordered it, even though I usually needed half a bottle of creamer and two sugars to choke it down. As the barista poured my drink, I leaned in slightly, keeping my tone light. “Hey, you get a lot of regulars here? I’m trying to track down someone who might’ve been here a couple of nights ago, around ten.” The barista, a young guy with a nose ring and tired eyes, paused to hand me the cup. He shrugged. “We’re busy most nights. Hard to keep track. You got a name or a description?” I hesitated, sipping the coffee just to buy a moment. It was bitter and way too hot, but I didn’t flinch. “Not really. Just someone from my office, maybe. They’d be on a laptop, working late.

I came out of the shower and looked at the traces of red lipstick that were still on my lips in the mirror. I inhaled deeply, set my hands on the sink, and then shook my head. The fact that I didn't have work on Wednesday allowed me to sleep in. Their more seasoned barista, Gabby, was scheduled because it was a busy day and she could handle the crowds. I was more than pleased to sleep in and take my time acclimating to the day, especially after the previous evening.

He left her on her period with stomach cramps to deal with alone when they were both expecting a baby. The barista finished with his coffee and handed it to her. "I hope I made it to your satisfaction," he stated. Nera slowly took a sip of the coffee in her mouth, but immediately felt nauseated and threw it away. "It smells like rotten fish!" She yelled, calling the driver. The barista was left with his jaw hanging. A second barista was brought in; she took one sip and spat it on his face. "Did you put salt in here?" She yelled at him and called the driver.