Onyx Latte Novels & Stories

"Go get me some water. Quickly." But instead, Zoey handed Dionysus a plastic cup of coffee with the logo of his favorite coffee shop on it. "Here. I got this for you. It's a latte. Amanda said you like Americano the most. But, to help you tone down with your caffeine intake, I suggest you should start liking to drink latte more. It's still coffee but mostly. ."

"Nothing. Just a blank screen." Dante stared at me. He looked like he could see right through me. "Would you like something to drink?" "Anything," I said, forcing a smile. "Whatever you get, I'm sure I'll love it." He walked right up to me. He kissed my forehead. "Okay. Wait for me." Ten minutes later, he came back with a warm oat milk latte. It was from my favorite little brand in Brooklyn. The temperature was perfect. I took the cup, stunned.

she announced with a dramatic flourish. I laughed. "You're still calling it that?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! Espresso to wake you up, caramel to sweeten your day, a dash of cinnamon for that extra kick, and oat milk for the smooth finish. Perfect for number crunchers like you." Moments later, Lila slid the steaming cup across the counter. The aroma was intoxicating, a combination of strong coffee and sweet caramel. "Here you go. On the house," she winked.

"What's wrong? You always make that face when you're confused. Did they mess up your order?" "It's nothing," I say, swirling the drink in my cup. "It just tastes a little different. Want to try it?" Neo shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. I shrug, taking a long sip of my drink and teasing him. "You sure have a sweet tooth," he says with a grin. "You haven't changed your usual order. I remember when I used to call that a poisonous drink. It was hilarious how you couldn't last a day without your iced latte, extra whipped cream." He cringes, as if the memory’s too much.

"Yeah I know. Heard it closed down today, permanently, due to some electrical hazard or something." Layla stared at the list. She had never in her life seen such a diverse and specific order. There were two cappuccinos, one with cream and one with two pumps of caramel, a frappe with goats milk, a strong black coffee, two mochas without sugar, three cafe au laits, two affogates, two double espressos, a flat white and a latte with a heart shaped latte art. She really had her work cut out for her. "Why you staring at the order for," said Carmen. "Hurry up! They'll pick it up by 12 noon."

“For you, darling?” “I will have a matcha latte, please,” I said, and the waitress left with a nod and a polite smile. “What is that?” Rosie asked, and I could see Duncan frown too. “It’s specially flavored milk. You can try it when it arrives.” She seemed satisfied with my answer, so she turned to Duncan and started showing him everything we got. He patiently listened and nodded in agreement from time to time. I was sure he would have done the same thing if it was princesses and unicorns instead of colors and pencils. He was equally lost, but listened anyway. Then our order arrived, and they both looked at me.

Mia rolled her eyes at Onyx. "Where did you bring us?" Lena asked, turning to Onyx. He pointed to the coffee shop in front of them. "There," he said, his voice casual. Lena, C.C, and Mia all turned to look at the coffee shop. Mia scoffed. "You dragged us out of our company, took us on a joyride that felt like we were going to die, and you bring us here? To a coffee shop? If you want coffee, we have some at Oz. We can make you a cup."

"Drink up while it's hot! It's organic matcha from Erewhon. I added honey and MCT oil." Victoria held the slightly sweet, green liquid with a perfect smile on her face. "Tomorrow is your last SAT. This will get your brain in peak condition." I stared at the delicate bone china cup. I swallowed hard. But for some reason, alarm bells were ringing in my head. Don't drink it. "I didn't even make any for Mason," Victoria whispered, like it was a precious secret.

She gently took Carter's coffee and placed it beside her own, pointing to the black coffee and labelling it 'Arte', while labelling the mocha 'Apollo'. "They're both coffee. They do the same thing, but their flavours and processes are different, perhaps even the speed at which they work and the strength. If Arte is the darkest of voids, Apollo is the most radiant of lights. Arte absorbs all, Apollo pours in. Imagine them like a yin and yang," Khione smiled. Carter nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted in deep thought.

"Assistant?" I don't move. Because surely-surely-he can't be talking to me like that. "Aurianna?" he adds. Oh.... He is talking to me. Fuck him. I walk over, forcing a smile onto my face. "Yes, sir?" I say sweetly. He doesn't even look up. "I'll take a vanilla oat milk latte. Extra shot. No foam. They'll tell you their orders." The other executives list their preferred drinks. I memorize them instantly.