Madeleine X Espresso Novels & Stories

Maddie was nowhere to be found and all I met was a fuming Spaniard, tapping his fingers on the counter. "How hard is it to get a barista here?" He said, his grey orbs gleaming. "I'm really sorry, sir," I said, and grabbed a notebook. "Winslow, give me my usual. Hazlo rápido," "Pumpkin cold brew?" "No, the other usual," "Green tea Frappuccino, Grande?" I asked. "Si," "Coming right up," I said, trying to sound cheerful. As I grabbed a cup and a sharpie, Mr. Decarlo eyed me closely.

Maisey chirped. I pulled in the lot and turned off the engine. “What’s not to love about leather, no matter what the age?” I shrugged. Maisey sighed dreamily, “Yeah, leather is nice no matter what.” When we walked in I realized that we were the first ones there and walked up to place my order, “Hey Miss Kayla, Can I get a macchiato with 2 extra shots please?” She nodded and then looked at Maisey for her order. “Can I get a half calf mocha latte please?” Maisey ordered and I arched my brow wondering why she was cutting her caffeine.

The minute I entered the station house, Mack greeted me with a large mocha with hazelnut flavoring. “There had better be an extra shot of espresso in here!” I grumbled as I brought the cup up to my lips and inhaling deeply. A slow smile spread on my face as I relished in the scent. It was good to have a friend that knew exactly what I liked, I thought to myself as I took my first sip. “Are you seriously asking me?” Mack demanded, playfully.

I saw Samuel struggling with the bags, but I ignored him. "Ma'am, we offer delivery. If you want we can-" "No, thank you." I cut her off before she can even finish what she was saying and leave. What a nosy gal. Should we go for ice cream? Maddie's favourite flavor available? Maddie's favourite flavor was a limited edition ice cream in the Ice Cafe Cream, it's strawberry cookies cream cheese. Venice's favourite is coffee, while mine is anything! I like everything. Should I wait for...

, he says, distaste lacing his voice. I raise my head, letting my eyes race over his assistants face. "Uhm, sure. A grande iced Americano please." "One grande iced Americano and one regular iced peppermint tea, coming right away", she says, hurrying off afterwards. I look back at my phone, checking my messages. Nothing. "What are you looking at anyways?" Elijah asks, shifting in the makeup chair. "Nothing that should interest you", I throw back. "Honey", he warns.

It came out as a breathy moan. He nodded. "Dynasty Premier Grand Cru." I moaned as my eyes fell closed. I pressed a hand to my throat. "Burr grinder?" "Of course." My eyes wanted to roll up into my head. "French Press?" "Espresso." "Sweet bippy." I leaned against the wall. "If I beg for coffee, you still don't win." I fanned myself at the idea of drinking as close to nectar as I was ever going to get on this plane of existence.

“Would you like a table?” “We would like something exquisite.” He led us up the stairs to an almost empty space with six tables and comfortable chairs. “A table for three, please.” I smiled at the waiter. He led us to one of the tables in the middle. He handed us a menu as we sat. With a quick glance at it. “A cup of espresso dark. Double sugar.” He turned to Zara who dropped hers to. “An Americano with double cream and sugar.” “Should I fancy you with our freshly baked scones?”

“And, any beverages to top up?” Madeline was about to respond but Kane was quick to say. “My girlfriend here would have the cranberry juice and I would like an iced tea, please.” Madeline's heart warmed up from inside. He knew her favourite drink in the world was cranberries. Nothing could ever come close to cranberry juice for Madeline and Kane knew this secret of hers for the past years of their relationship. The waitress smiled seeing their blooming love and understanding and left to get their orders by the counter upfront.

“Cappuccino, latte, black coffee or espresso?” “Oh…Latte, no sugar, crème with some ice.” Elena smiled and she saw Martinez smirking at her. “Any toppings?” Martinez put his two hands into his jean’s pockets. “Brown sugar powder, if there’s any…” Elena stopped and giggled, “Don’t make me sound like a complaint customer! Gosh…” She covered her mouth with her backhand at the time she giggled. Martinez glanced at her and grinned. “One of the nightmares that often show up in your restaurant?”

“Yesterday I didn’t pay attention to the information I was given at the desk. Apparently breakfast is served from nine am. But I guess it will be a weekend.” She shook her head, “That is the daily breakfast time on these sides. I will recommend you try the madeleines.” I had been here to Seasbury a few times but had never slept over so this was news to me. I accepted her offer and she got up and disappeared behind the counter coming back a few minutes later with a collection of six madeleines on a plate. She then served me those madeleines with a milky coffee. “Sorry, I don’t have a full breakfast option yet,” she said smiling. The madeleines were soft and delicious. She wanted to know what