Madeleine X Espresso Novels & Stories

I laid on the daybed and forced myself to sleep. * * * * * In the morning, Madelaine was no longer in bed, and it was neatly made. I wondered if she went for a run, but she was scared of bears, so she was likely downstairs. I brushed my teeth and headed down. There she was in the kitchen, looking bright and early. “Hi, Doctor,” she grinned the moment she saw me. “I made breakfast.” She pointed at a plate of toast with strawberry frosting and a spoonful of caviar.

She guessed that this girl is a college student. “Good day, Miss,” Maxine greeted. After looking at the menu above, the cute customer ordered, “Give me one classic latte, Two Ice Americano and don’t forget to add two shots. One mocha with chocolate powder on the top and then four iced Americano with whipped cream.” “Grande or Medium?” “All Grande.” “Got it. Let me repeat your drinks, Miss. One classic latte, two ice Americano, with extra two shots, one mocha with chocolate powder and four iced Americano with whipped cream.”

"One espresso and one matcha latte, please." She immediately changed her mind. "Wait—replace the espresso with an iced Americano." A moment later, she set the coffee down in front of him. "Here you go." Francesco lowered his gaze and glanced at the iced Americano. "I don't like this. Change it." Adriana smiled apologetically. "Sorry. I thought iced Americanos were your favorite. It's already made—just make do." "I won't drink it. Mrs. Slater, is this how you treat an investor?"

Sure enough, his voice slid across the mind-link and answered my unspoken suspicion. ‘Get me a large, iced caramel macchiato with four pumps of vanilla—not the sugar free shit they have, and extra caramel drizzle. If Katie’s at the register, tell her I want coconut cold foam on top. She’ll know what to do. Oh, and have them make the three shots ristretto. It’s just too bitter if they aren’t, completely ruins the flavor of the drink.’ I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting off the headache that was already forming.

asked Rudolf, he had a daily worker who would help him until the shop closed, but she was busy taking care of the coffee beans in the back, so Rudolf had the front to himself. Zayn looked at the menu book. "A glass of affogato and a slice of strawberry mile crepes." "Sure. Your order will be here shortly." Rudolf stepped aside and executed Zayn's order, he had Nadine deliver a coffee cup filled with espresso blended with vanilla ice cream along with a small plate for a slice of strawberry mile crepes. A sweet combination. Nadine didn't recognize Zayn, so she treated him like a regular visitor.

he asked, his voice still husky and rough from sleep, as he walked around the island and sat down across from me. “Yep!” I replied and placed the coffee in front of him. “I’m a morning person! I didn’t know how you liked your coffee, so I made one of each.” “Which one is espresso?” He mumbled, his head resting lazily on his hand as he eyed the cups on the table. “This one,” I handed him his and decided to go with the other two. Turned out that I liked a regular black with a ton of sugar! Once I was happy with the taste, I looked up and met Cedrick’s astounded face.

THIRD PERSON Maddalena sat in front of her vanity, one leg crossed neatly over the other. Morning light stretched across the floor, soft and golden, catching the edge of her silk robe. The espresso in her cup had barely cooled, steam curling upward as she took a slow sip. In her other hand, a newspaper folded to the society column. She read with no real interest, scanning names she already knew and scandals she already heard before they made it to print. Her private phone buzzed against the table.

When she turned away from him to walk over to the table where she placed the box with the cake in it, she saw him from the corner of her eye put the snow globe down and pay attention to her. She couldn’t find any birthday candles, but she found a regular one in the stock room and figured it was good enough. She stuck it in the middle of the cake and lit it. According to her Kuya Trojan, Gresso really liked mocha, though he couldn’t quite tell her what cake he would like because—and his voice became hushed when he said this—it had been a long time since he and Gresso celebrated anything together.

Pisses me off that all I can do is watch her swallow it. I took a bite of her dessert, and sweetness bloomed across my tongue. The tempest in me went instantly quiet. Lemon honey Madeleine. My favorite. Golden as late-afternoon sun, shell ridges gleaming under the lights. One bite. The crumb melted slow. Lemon kissed first, then honey slid silk-smooth over my tongue, and a whisper of butter opened warm at the end. Not just a feast for my taste buds. It was a small salvation. Every time I had these Madeleines, the angry energy that had built up inside from all that power would suddenly calm down, like a stormy sea going quiet all at once.

She nodded to a janitor before entering her office. The first thing Madeline did after putting her bag and coat in their proper places was to make coffee. She enjoyed the distinct aroma of coffee, especially its bitterness. Black coffee was her favorite, of course. A knock on the door interrupted Madeline's enjoyment of the coffee aroma. Her eyes, which had been closed for who knew how long, slowly opened and she called out, "Come in. The door opened and Era entered with Clara and Frida. Madeline stood and motioned for them to sit on the sofa.