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Irish Coffee… part 3
She wipes off the sweat on her forehead and let out a small breath. Carefully, she lay down a carpet of fresh cream over the warm coffee + whisky mixture right to the top of the glass.
Miss, heres your Irish coffee, enjoy. She places the glass in front of me, smiling. Dont stir the cream into the coffee. Is best sipped through the cream and careful, is hot.
I just sit there quietly, looking at the glass of coffee and my mind drift back to three weeks before. She must be an earnest coffee maker.
I find it really attractive; I mean the coffee, and Tina.
Hey, drink up before the cream gets warmed up. She softly reminds me.
Slowly I sip the coffee through the chill fresh cream, she just look at me quietly. Until I feel the warm on my cheek and ears, I know I found that warm feeling I long for all this while.
I never realize it take so much work to make Irish coffee.
Actually, it can be done very simple. Consider the safety and time saving, a lot of caf choose to rinse the glass with boiling water, so it is good and hot to start with. They will stir all three mixtures together. And then pour the cream so it sets on top of the mixture.
Why done you do just like them?
I know there are certain mild degrees of danger using my way, my beautiful Irish coffee glass might break under fire Her eyes light up and getting seriously she says, But the simple way to prepare is lack of persistent and earnest. Every coffee may have a price, but persistent and earnest in making one coffee is priceless.
If Im a careful and discreet person, then you must be a persistent and earnest person.
I guess thats kind of make sense. She starts laughing.
We start talking with each other, I tell her the reason I came to Los Angeles every week, I talk about my work here in LA.
And why didnt you show up for the last two weeks?
I thought I can have Irish coffee anywhere and everywhere.
And?
Disappointment and miserable for two weeks. We both start to laugh at my silly search, only separate by a glass of Irish coffee.
Well, is time for me to catch the bus. How much is the coffee? I said.
Is on the house. Youre the first customer to see how I make Irish coffee. So, Im buying.
But Not again?
Im the boss around here and when I say Im buying, Im buying.
Ok alright. She said she the boss.
You want to know why you hardly find Irish coffee in any of the caf?
Yes, I do.
Ill tell you when you come back next week.
And next week I will pay for the coffee, deal?
You said it, you will come by next week.
Yeap.
—-tbc
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(23 votes, average: 4.04 out of 5)
I’m quite honored for having gotten a mention for inspiring this story. Thank you. And, for the record, I love coffee.
we have enough drama around here, i like it the way it is, and u know a lot about irish coffee
Slowy, you show them going to know each other little by little. And I love it. Thank you.
I like this story very much!!
I’m hooked on this story and Irish Coffee. Great job.
Wow beautiful chapter, I like the way you show them going to know each other, and I want to have a cup of Irish Coffe. Post soon, thanks
Sweet chapter. Looking forward to more.
What a wonderful installment — I’ll have to check out the rest.
“I’ll tell you when you come back next week.†Ha ha ha… I love it.
wow…is there any way that I can taste this Irish coffee without getting sick? Man, you make me seems like i’ve missed the best thing in life…coffee
I’m making irish coffee as soon as I get home….fuck wait I don’t even know how to make regular coffee *sigh* this sucks! …but at least I have this wonderful story to show me how…I lovveee this awesome writing