Onyx Cold Brew Recipe Novels & Stories

“It’s incredible.” I emptied the herb grinder into a mug and dropped in a handful of berries. I could feel Onyx watching what I was doing, but I ignored him. I poured water from my canteen into the mug, then used a spoon to muddle the berries. I stood up and approached him. He was looking at the cup with disgust. I smiled, amused. I placed my palm on the bottom of the cup and said, “Simmer.” Steam started to rise from the top of the cup and I handed the now hot tea over to him.

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”