Madeleine X Espresso Novels & Stories

She took the cup and got up from her seat without sparing a glance at Colton. "I'd like my coffee, strong," Maddy said, " And could you also put cinnamon on it?" she added. She doesn't sound like asking though, she sounds more demanding. Jasmine stopped in her track, she turned her head to Maddy and revealed her sweetest smile, " Sure!" she said before she turned again and headed out of the office. Jasmine only realized that she didn't know where she would make the coffee that Maddy requested from her! "Mrs. Olivares!"

Sasha said, the ladies are really taking charge today Scarlette thought to herself as she picked up a cream cheese bagel and stuffed it in her mouth as she got up to pour herself a coffee. Gabriel vamp sped over to tue fridge to get her espresso iced spheres and cold coffee cremer as iced coffee had become her new favorit thing since she got her first one at Starbucks “by the way you stuffed your mouth I take it you’re not willing to share first” Jackson said taking a big bite out of a cold meat filled croissant, show casing he was not willing to go first either.

Madison confessed while looking away and suppressing her shaky voice. Dylan stopped eating and took a sip of Madison's tea. "It's a mixture of sweet and savory. You brewed this?" Madison nodded, "Yes, it's a combination of green tea and honey. Does the tea not suit your taste? My apologies, I will try harder next time—" "No, it suited my taste and made me tranquil." Dylan interrupted as he continued to savor the tea. "Wasn't the Young Master mad that I heard your argument with the Lady earlier?" Madison asked while squeezing her palm secretly.

She puts the tray down on the desk and says: - You didn't tell me how you liked your coffee, so I bought Espresso, Americano, latte, macchiato, cappuccino, and mocha. - she says, pointing to each cup. Christopher smiled. - Well, you covered all the hypotheses. I stick with Americano. I hope it's sugar-free. – he says, taking the cup. - They are all unsweetened. Swap the sugar aside. - From now on, you can bring me Americano daily. When I want something else, I'll let you know. - he says with a smile.

“There’s a café six blocks away. They know my order.” I sighed reaching for my notebook to write the order down, but she held up a hand. “Don’t write it down,” she snapped. “Your smart. You’ll remember it.” She smiled venomously and began calling out the order. “Large soy milk latte. Two shots of espresso. One pump of sugar-free vanilla. No foam. Light cinnamon on top. Exactly 168 degrees. And tell them to stir it counter-clockwise—last time they didn’t and it ruined my whole morning.”

“I noticed I haven’t told you about my breakfast routine. I’ve been so busy with the Hamilton project that I’ve been skipping breakfast, which is why you didn’t know.” “Oh, okay.” “Now listen carefully because I don’t need any mistakes or mix-ups.” The serious look on his face made it seem like he was discussing a billion-dollar contract instead of breakfast. “First, every morning by eight o’clock, I have a double espresso. No cream. No sugar.” I nodded. “No cream. No sugar,” I repeated. “By eight, Mia.” His voice sharpened. “Not a minute later. I want it on my desk before I walk in. Do you understand?”

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 One Month Later. 𓎢𓎠𓎟𖦁‎𓎟𓎠𓎡 The espresso machine hissed at me like it had personal beef. I flinched, flicked the steam wand off with my elbow, and shoved the finished oat latte onto the counter with a smile so wide it felt physically glued to my face.

Tells, Ola, again, on my behalf and when Madeleine looks from Ola to me, she squeals excited. "That is true?" "I like them when they are shaped such each can fit the mouth appropriately. I mean, I'd have to force in the inside of my mouth to squeeze it in and then, the toppings which I'd love to have a strawberry cream and inside it, a cream of chocolate...so, having tasted the strawberry, from within, whilst squeezing it inside my mouth, the chocolate cream would mix in all of a sudden and, yeah, it's the best feeling in this world." I added the last part as a hyping.

“And what kind of coffee would you like?” “I don’t know,” I answered thoughtfully. “What do you think is the best?” “That would be the Caramel Mocha.” She scribbled the order down on her notepad. “With two pumps of espresso if you want it strong.” “I’ll go with that.” I confirmed. “Two cups of Caramel Mocha, with two pumps of espresso.” “Coming right up.”

He took the ground coffee, measured it using a digital scale according to the amount he needed to make Marie's favourite drink, and then brewed it using an espresso machine. The aroma of coffee quickly spread throughout the room. Without wasting much time, after Marie's favourite drink—Pam Sugar Iced Coffee—was ready, he immediately got up from the kitchen and served it to Marie. “Your drink is ready, My Queen.” Marie turned to him, smiling happily and accepting her favourite drink. "It tastes good. Thanks, Keith." "Anything for you," Keith winked, then sat back in his chair. "After this, do you have any plans--"