Starbucks Stories Novels & Stories

Dominik turned around and walked away, wishing he could stay, but he had to rush back or he would be late for practice. *** At about noon, Carlos joined the working day. He greeted his friend and carried on into the coffee shop, since Samanta was finishing fixing up some things behind the counter, he would help the boss organize the product that came in the morning. Gordon Harris was 32 years of age, one of the youngest managers in the Starbucks franchise. He was very well prepared on Management from the University of Utah's Business School. Although his objective was to manage a branch of a very famous restaurant, Starbucks was his very first job in LA, where he served coffee, tea and shake

[Let's break up. I think your sister and I are a perfect match.] It was a bright, sunny afternoon when I read that message in the coffee shop downstairs from my apartment. The barista, a young man, was shaking so much he looked like he had Parkinson's. I recognized him. He'd been working at the coffee shop for a while now. When he first started, he was a good-looking kid, and he managed to get quite a few requests for his number. But as soon as people figured out he had a bit of a mental disability, they all lost interest.

Mickey and other friends of Liam are also planning him a bachelor party, I don't know all the details but I know they are travelling out of town. I have been swamped all morning at work, meetings with our executives in the Paris branch so the first chance I got after the meetings I leave the office to the Starbucks just by my office. "The usual?" The barista Kelly asks me with a smile, I am an actual coffee fiend I show up here like 3 times in a day. "Yes the usual." I say with a smile. I get my coffee and I'm about to leave when someone calls my name, I turn to see it's Caroline.

I have submitted my credentials to different company and awaiting their call. But while waiting, I have business I'm planning to start up. I'm glad that I'm not an extravagant spender. I saved money which will help me along the way and also starting my desired business. My rainbow will be colorful again, I'm certain about that. I planned going to pack out all my things from the house before the rent expires. Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.