Madeleine X Espresso Novels & Stories

The attendant, a clean-cut, nice-looking man, moved towards him and bent down to take his order, his soft deodorant enchanting those around him. “Good morning, sir. What would you like to order this morning?” “I will like to order coffee. Which variants do you have?” “Anyone you like to order, sir, we have cappuccino, latte, and espresso, and we can even concoct any type you want, and oh, there’s instant coffee too,” teasing Cameron. “I will like the cappuccino, cream, and two sugars. Make it steaming hot.” "Yes, sir, coming right up,” he answered, noting some things in the little notepad he was holding.

to anyone who would listen. “Answer it anyway” Jade scrunched her nose adorably and I was instantly putty in her hands. “Alright fine, this time of year I get a venti white mocha with 2 pumps of apple brown sugar and 2 pumps of caramel.” “Oh, that sounds delicious.” Emma said, glancing up at Jade. “Yeah, that does sound delicious.” Jade nodded seriously. “So three larges?” I asked, pulling the car out of the garage. I’d wait to explain the incredibly odd sizing scale at Starbucks another time.

She blew the hotness from it a little and raised it to take a sip from it. “Wow. This coffee is so nice,” she exclaimed almost too loudly making Genevieve laugh and suggested. “It is, right? That's why I chose this place. They are best in coffee making and importing. You haven't even tasted the coffee they make personally here. You know you can actually partner with them and get it for your restaurant.” “Right. That's a good idea. I can partner with them for their signature coffee. I'm sure if anyone knows what I have that coffee in my restaurant, it's going to get filled up before noon in a day,” agreed, Madeline.

“I can’t forget anything even if I tried. My mind is a steel trap covered in barbed wire. What goes in, never comes out.” “I will remember this as a warning,” he chuckled in her ear. “What do you order when you come here?” “I always order a double espresso which I drink while waiting for my extra-large dark roast and,” he pointed to a display where a woman was loading up fresh baked pastries, “one of their cornettos but now I’ve had one of yours from the other day, they aren’t the same.” He pouted suddenly, “you have ruined me, Sasha.” She fought the pride in her chest at his words and turned her head a fraction to look at him, “if you behave yourself today and not make me infuriated, I will

I smiled and began heating milk and stirring my coffee, slowly brewing it “would you two like me to make you some with me?” “There is no need to tire yourself with it” Leila said softly. “I won’t really, please?” “Sure, I’ll have a cup” Madeline said raising an eyebrow at me before handing me her mug. I smiled and poured the coffee in her red mug, then in a pink mug which Leila brought for me to use. I smiled politely and sat down on the bar while I drank my coffee. “How was your night? Did you manage to get any sleep?” Madeline asked me.

The penthouse apartment itself had never smelled so much of toasted bread and good coffee before. Maddison was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, her legs were with no slippers or socks as she swung them back and forth. She was wearing Grant’s button-down shirt with a roll over her elbow. And then she was drinking some iced herbal tea that tasted very bitter and lemony. “You know,” she said, looking at Grant through her cup, “burnt toast is probably not on the list of things good for baby development,” Maddison went on. Grant was standing near the cooker, his glare was centered on a frying pan as if it was personally insulting him. Shirtless and wearing only gray sweatpants slumped l

He ordered quickly, eyes flicking between the menu and his phone. When he got his drink, he snapped a picture and sent it without thinking. The label on the side read: ICED LATTE — OAT — 1 PUMP VAN _JPEG_ : (photo) i have human fuel MegaMax_31: since when do you do vanilla? _JPEG_ : i pressed the wrong button MegaMax_31: coward Jamie took a sip as he turned toward the door, the sweetness subtle, almost comforting. “Caramel macchiato for Max!”

It was only the second time I had been to Gregory's café, but from what I had already observed in that time, he was always very attentive to everyone's orders and made a point of preparing the drink with care and attention to detail. Today, I ordered an espresso with milk and brown sugar. Gregory brought me exactly what I asked for, and even added a special touch: a little cinnamon powder on the surface of the drink. The aroma combined with the flavor was divine, I felt like I was drinking a gourmet and at the same time homemade coffee.

“Boss?” I pressed the button. “Yeah?” “Mr. Moretti has arrived.” I looked at the digital clock in the corner of my screen. 9:30. Right on time. “Send him to Conference One.” “Already did. Would you like me to send coffee?” “Did he bring one?” “No.” I looked at my own untouched black coffee. “Send him an espresso.” “Preference?” Double. No sugar. My tongue pressed against the inside of my cheek. “A regular espresso. With lots of sugar.”

I’d arrived thirteen minutes early because my penthouse feels like a mausoleum. And waiting there meant staring at my phone willing it to buzz with a cancellation text. "Usual?" The barista didn't look up from the espresso machine. I nodded. She started making Elena's coffee first. Oat milk latte. Extra shot. Cinnamon dust on top. The order I'd memorized like a prayer and repeated. Then mine. Black. Simple. The kind of order that didn't require thought.