Madeleine X Espresso Novels & Stories

“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.

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--"

Then, she followed Xavier to a café down the street. Since it was after work hours, the place was nearly empty, with only a few customers. A soft, sentimental ballad was playing in the background. Once they sat down, a waitress came over with menus. Xavier naturally took charge. "We'll have one Blue Mountain, one Mendhling coffee, and a dessert." Gabriella interjected, "I'll have a glass of lemon water." Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you love Mendhling?" Gabriella smiled faintly. "People change."

"Noted. Diane." "And Miley." She replied, causing us to laugh together in the next second. "I made us coffees. Do you want some?" Of course, I offered her, too. She looked at our cups and said, "No. I can make myself. I prefer espresso in the morning." Such an opposite of her seemingly cheerful personality. She began to work with the coffee machine. But why were there two cups? "The other one is for my mate. He loves espresso for morning booster." She answered my unspoken question. "I seem to get influence from him." She chuckled.

Finally, my turn came. I stepped forward, rattling off the drinks as clearly and quickly as I could. “A double shot espresso with almond milk, a matcha oat latte, one cold brew with vanilla, black coffee—no sugar or cream, iced americano, sparkling water with lemon, and chamomile herbal tea. All in takeaway cups, please.” The barista blinked but nodded, tapping into the screen rapidly. I checked my phone again. The meeting had started. My heart sank. My mouth went dry. Alexander would never let this go.

she asks looking at me with wide eyes. “That’s the plan.” I confirm. Madeline looks like she may cry before stepping back “Well, you can’t get to work without some caffeine first, I’ll pop the kettle on” she exclaims going up the steps as we follow her. “And you will need some cake. Can’t go saving people without some cake”

she said, it sounds like she is questioning my idea. “No, to try their new cookies” I replied, before standing up “what type of coffee do you drink or do you prefer tea?” “Affogato,” she replied. I nodded before going to the counter to order. A few minutes later, a barista came back with our order. Maren turns out to be a foodie, not that I am annoyed by it. She is also cute when she eats, she totally forgets that she is in the public and didn't even get anxious when some paparazzi were taking our pictures.