Madeleine X Espresso Novels & Stories

Something about her gaze lingered, sharp and probing, before she ordered a flat white and vanished into the morning crowd. She ordered a marocchino—medium, with whipped cream—her manner suggesting she hadn’t time for more than brief civilities. The elderly woman seemed to be hurrying somewhere, her movements clipped yet unhurried. I placed a few sugar cubes on the saucer, separate, as she preferred.

"Couldn't sleep. And you, Mr. Ferguson?" Stephen handed his untouched coffee to Madeline with a quick, "It's fresh, and it'll warm your hands. I've got a plane to catch to Ameristan." He caught a glimpse of her face, but did not pry. The heat from the cup chased away the cold lingering on Madeline's fingers. She did not decline the offer, instead, she gestured to the café. "Got time for one more? My treat." Without any fuss, Stephen agreed and ordered an Americano—black, no sugar, no cream.

“What may I get you, madam?” Selena purred her lips in consideration. “I’d like a cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, extra steamed milk, with a drizzle of chocolate, as well as a sandwich with black forest ham, gouda, delicatessen mustard, and a thin spread of mayo.” The maid’s lips parted in surprise and she looked at me. It just went to show that Selena was used to having every whim catered to. I smiled apologetically. “A latte and a ham and cheese sandwich will do fine.”

What I told you, It's undecipherable. Our coffee come, mine was a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, Dex's was Mocca frappucino with cinnamon and hazelnut while Mark ordered a plain iced americano. It would be nice if we could just drink in silence but then, my wish isn't their command. So here is come, the bombardon of question. starting from Dex to Mark,

Even though he was not my boyfriend, and he wouldn't be my husband. I knew that I had to learn it all to be able to please him. Seeing my eagerness to brew the coffee, as I stood close to the brewing coffee maker, Madonna smiled and said, "Master Richard likes Robusta. A stronger and more bitter coffee. He also likes Espresso too. As he likes it more concentrated." "I see," I replied to Madonna with a smile. "Don't worry. I can brew that. My dad likes Espresso too. It's one of my favorites, only that I like adding steamed milk to my own," I said, smiling at Madonna, and she asked me, "So you can make coffee?"

I question the two of them. "Oh don't worry. We already ordered you an espresso which will be here any second now." Madelaine giggles when the waiters places the coffee on the table just after the words fell from her mouth. Madeline looked good she was taken care of and taking care of herself she look much more relaxed and she was talking a lot I have never in my life heard or experience the girl talk as much as Madeline she was happy and excited doing good in school and if I haven't seen it myself I would never have believed it Madeline was extremely intelligent the things she she could have achieved by now if only someone was there to take care of her would have been amazing but that was a

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.