Novel & Cerita Miss Not So Sidekick Latte

"Whatever you like Miss Klatt." "Then I think Clive is better. You shall call me Celeste then . Not Miss Klatt or Ms. CK." Celeste ordered. Clive nodded in agreement but cannot utter a word in astonishment to the woman in front of him. "What coffee do you like Clive?" "Thank you Miss Klatt, I mean Celeste. I prefer black coffee with low calorie sweetener, no milk. I like the bitter - sweet taste of coffee." Clive smiled back to Celeste.

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.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an actual coffee date. Do you still drink those fancy, overly complicated drinks?” I laugh, shaking my head. “I’ve simplified. Just a latte these days.” Adam raises an eyebrow, pretending to be impressed. “Wow, look at you. Moving up in the world.” “Oh, please,” I shoot back. “At least I don’t drink plain black coffee and call it ‘sophisticated.’”

“Oh shit, that’s bitter.” “They are pretty strong,” I grinned, relieved to have broken the tension. “That’s not coffee, that’s gasoline.” I snorted. “The latte—the one in the middle—will be smoother. The mocha is sweet. Try those.” She did, and the only one she tried twice was the mocha, but she still stared at the cup between sips like it might bite her. I was glad she didn’t turn the conversation back to gratitude, or gifts, or anything else that might get real. And within half an hour, despite the coffee, as the adrenalin of the night finally wore off, her eyelids began to droop.

Geoff said, grinning ear to ear. They walked on, passing a coffee shop where people sat tapping away at laptops. Geoff nudged him inside, steering him toward the counter. “Choose whatever you like,” Geoff said. Keenan scanned the glowing menu board, his lips moving as he tried to piece together the names. “Caramel… macchiato… latte. These are spells.” “They’re just coffee drinks,” Geoff said, amused. The barista looked up expectantly. Keenan straightened, gripping his pride like a sword. “I will have… your strongest potion.”

"This is your favorite, right?" Bridgette looked confused, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Uh, no, I don't think so," she said. "I mean, I like ice latte, but I'm not sure if it's my favorite." The barista looked taken aback, and then she glanced at me, a look of realization on her face. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I must have mistaken you for someone else," she said, laughing. "But please, take the coffee anyway. On the house!"

It could be the perfect medicine to cure my current funk. Stepping out of my car, I joined the line that already snaked out the front door to the nearby corner. In the center of Manhattan, it was a popular place for the local businesses, including Carter Tech, which was only two blocks away. Misha preferred his coffee black, and usually didn’t bother with shops like this. “A waste of money,” he’d say whenever I wanted to stop by. Even now, I could almost hear him. “Two hazelnut oatmilk lattes,” he said in my head, placing an order with the barista.

And an orange scone. Kenji had just reached the front of the line when he seen her message. “A green tea with an orange scone. I’ll have a mocha Frappuccino.” The young lady proceeded to ring up his order. “That will be twenty-five, thirteen.” His face frowned at the cost for two drinks. He was about to say something when he remembered where he was. He took out the cash to hand to her. “Here you go.” “Sorry, that’s thirty and our machine is broken. Can you give exact change?”

"Black coffee, that's why it's bitter. That's how bitter your life is with Captain. Hera immediately slapped her when she saw that Lianne was stunned. It's possible to be like this but there is sugar, eh. Add a few more tablespoons of sugar plus creamer to make their relationship with Zyd better! Simple equations, more difficult. Moments later they were both surprised when Henrik came in and ordered a Latte. The young man's face brightened when he saw her and did not hesitate to approach him. "Min Dam! How are you? It's been a while" he smiled and sat down in front of her.

I approached the table of 'Kings pack'. Tristan smiled at me mischievously and winked. I placed his 'cafe latte' with 'apple pie' in front of him. But I didn't know where to place 'long black Americano' and 'double Espresso'. "Miss Money! You can give the double Espresso to me and Noah over here." He said, pointing to a stiff guy. Hmm! Gamma is Noah. I placed their order in front of them. So the long black Americano is for 'Alpha king' just like his demeanour.