MidReal Story
Chapter 1 Pouring the coffee into the mug with one hand, Alice turned to the blender and added half a cup of strawberries into it. A little bit of blending later, she mixed in some milk and whipped cream. The resulting strawberry coffee twist was a beautiful shade of pink and smelled heavenly. The bell over the front door tinkled, and Alice smiled at the only customer in the shop. “Good morning, Max. I made you something new today.” Max was a regular, a handsome man with dark hair and eyes. He always ordered the same thing – black coffee, no sugar, no cream, no blend. He said it was because he liked his coffee strong, but Alice had a feeling that it was just because he wanted an excuse to come to her little coffee shop every day. “Good morning, Alice.” Max’s eyes twinkled as he stepped up to the counter, his gaze fixed on the mug she’d just set down. He leaned against the counter and watched as Alice blended another strawberry coffee twist for another customer. “What’s that?” “It’s something new I’m working on. I thought you might want to try it.” She handed him the mug, and he took a sip. He looked surprised at first, but then he took another sip. And another. “This is really good,” he said, his dark eyes sparkling. “You should put this on your menu.” Alice smiled. “I will if you promise to order it every day.” Max smiled back at her. “I can do that.” And so he did. In fact, he came back the next day and ordered another strawberry coffee twist. And then the day after that. And the day after that. Alice started making extra strawberry coffee twists every morning, just for Max. He always ordered one, and then he always ordered a second one to go. It became a routine. “Good morning, Max.” Alice poured a fresh cup of black coffee for him and set it down on the counter. Then she started on his strawberry coffee twist. “Good morning, Alice.” Max smiled at her and took a sip of his coffee. She handed him the mug. “Here you go.” He took a sip of the pink drink and smiled again. “Thanks.” Alice watched him as he sipped his coffee. There was something about him that intrigued her. He was always polite and friendly, but there was something else there too, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Max had become a regular at the coffee shop about six months ago, not long after Alice had started experimenting with different flavors. She’d always loved trying new things, and when she’d started working at the coffee shop, she’d discovered that coffee was more than just a drink – it was an art form. She’d started experimenting with different flavors, adding things like vanilla, caramel, and cinnamon to her drinks. Some of her creations were amazing, while others were…not so much. But it didn’t matter to Alice; she loved trying new things and coming up with new flavors. Max had been one of her first customers to try one of her new creations – a caramel latte with a twist of lime – and he’d loved it. He’d been coming back ever since, and Alice had been experimenting with new flavors for him ever since. Max had been coming to the coffee shop every day for almost six months now – longer than anyone else – and Alice felt like she knew him better than anyone else in town. He never talked about himself, never said much of anything, really, but there was something about him that made Alice want to know more.
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Chapter 1
Pouring the coffee into the mug with one hand, Alice turned to the blender and added half a cup of strawberries into it. A little bit of blending later, she mixed in some milk and whipped cream. The resulting strawberry coffee twist was a beautiful shade of pink and smelled heavenly.
The bell over the front door tinkled, and Alice smiled at the only customer in the shop. “Good morning, Max. I made you something new today.”
Max was a regular, a handsome man with dark hair and eyes. He always ordered the same thing – black coffee, no sugar, no cream, no blend. He said it was because he liked his coffee strong, but Alice had a feeling that it was just because he wanted an excuse to come to her little coffee shop every day.
“Good morning, Alice.” Max’s eyes twinkled as he stepped up to the counter, his gaze fixed on the mug she’d just set down. He leaned against the counter and watched as Alice blended another strawberry coffee twist for another customer. “What’s that?”
“It’s something new I’m working on. I thought you might want to try it.” She handed him the mug, and he took a sip.
He looked surprised at first, but then he took another sip. And another. “This is really good,” he said, his dark eyes sparkling. “You should put this on your menu.”
Alice smiled. “I will if you promise to order it every day.”
Max smiled back at her. “I can do that.”
And so he did. In fact, he came back the next day and ordered another strawberry coffee twist. And then the day after that. And the day after that.
Alice started making extra strawberry coffee twists every morning, just for Max. He always ordered one, and then he always ordered a second one to go.
It became a routine.
“Good morning, Max.” Alice poured a fresh cup of black coffee for him and set it down on the counter. Then she started on his strawberry coffee twist.
“Good morning, Alice.” Max smiled at her and took a sip of his coffee.
She handed him the mug. “Here you go.”
He took a sip of the pink drink and smiled again. “Thanks.”
Alice watched him as he sipped his coffee. There was something about him that intrigued her. He was always polite and friendly, but there was something else there too, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Max had become a regular at the coffee shop about six months ago, not long after Alice had started experimenting with different flavors. She’d always loved trying new things, and when she’d started working at the coffee shop, she’d discovered that coffee was more than just a drink – it was an art form.
She’d started experimenting with different flavors, adding things like vanilla, caramel, and cinnamon to her drinks. Some of her creations were amazing, while others were…not so much. But it didn’t matter to Alice; she loved trying new things and coming up with new flavors.
Max had been one of her first customers to try one of her new creations – a caramel latte with a twist of lime – and he’d loved it. He’d been coming back ever since, and Alice had been experimenting with new flavors for him ever since.
Max had been coming to the coffee shop every day for almost six months now – longer than anyone else – and Alice felt like she knew him better than anyone else in town.
He never talked about himself, never said much of anything, really, but there was something about him that made Alice want to know more.
He was tall and lean, with dark hair and eyes. He always wore the same dark suit, and he always carried a leather briefcase. Sometimes he came in early in the morning, and sometimes he came in late in the afternoon. But he always came in, and he always ordered the same thing – black coffee, no sugar, no cream, no blend.
Alice had tried to strike up a conversation with him on more than one occasion, but he’d always been polite, of course, but he’d always seemed…distant. As if there was something on his mind that he didn’t want to talk about.
Even though she didn’t know much about him, Alice still looked forward to seeing him every day. There was something about him that she found intriguing, something that made her want to know more about him, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
It had become a running joke between them. Every morning, she’d come in, and every morning, she’d make him a strawberry coffee twist.
“Good morning, Alice.” Max smiled at her across the counter. “I’ll have my usual.”
Alice laughed and pushed a lock of her long blonde hair out of her face. “I thought you might like to try something different for a change.”
“Not today,” he said with a smile. “I’m in the mood for something simple and classic this morning.”
“Coming right up,” Alice said, and started on his black coffee.
As she poured the hot water over the coffee grounds, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. She’d been experimenting with new flavors all week, and she’d been hoping that Max would come in before she ran out of the latest batch that she’d made just for him.
But he hadn’t come in all week, and now it was almost the weekend, and the strawberry coffee twist was almost gone.
Maybe if I make some more, he’ll come in tomorrow, she thought. She knew it was silly, but she couldn’t help it. She liked trying new things, and she liked sharing them with her customers.
She poured the hot coffee into the mug and set it down on the counter in front of Max.
He took a sip of his coffee and smiled at her. “Thanks.”
“Is everything all right?”
she asked.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m fine,” he said.
“I just…decided that I wanted to try something different for a change.” He took a sip of his coffee and smiled at her. “It’s good.”
“Thanks.” She poured a fresh cup of black coffee for him and set it down on the counter.
Then she started on his strawberry coffee twist.
“Good morning, Alice.” Max smiled at her and took a sip of his coffee.
“Here you go.” She handed him the mug.
“Here you go.” He took a sip of the pink drink and smiled again.
“Thanks.” Alice watched him as he sipped his coffee.
There was something about him that intrigued her.
He was always polite and friendly, but there was something else there too, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Max had become a regular at the coffee shop about six months ago, not long after Alice had started experimenting with different flavors.
She’d always loved trying new things, and when she’d started working at the coffee shop, she’d discovered that coffee was more than just a drink – it was an art form.
She’d started experimenting with different flavors, adding things like vanilla, caramel, and cinnamon to her drinks.
Some of her creations were amazing, while others were…not so much.
But it didn’t matter to Alice; she loved trying new things and coming up with new flavors.
Max had been one of her first customers to try one of her new creations – a caramel latte with a twist of lime – and he’d loved it.
He’d been coming back ever since, and Alice had been experimenting with new flavors for him ever since.
Max had been coming to the coffee shop every day for almost six months now – longer than anyone else – and Alice felt like she knew him better than anyone else in town.
He never talked about himself, never said much of anything, really, but there was something about him that made Alice want to know more.
He was tall and lean, with dark hair and eyes.
He always wore the same dark suit, and he always carried a leather briefcase.
Sometimes he came in early in the morning, and sometimes he came in late in the afternoon.
But he always came in, and he always ordered the same thing – black coffee, no sugar, no cream, no blend.
Alice had tried to strike up a conversation with him on more than one occasion, but he’d always been polite, of course, but he’d always seemed…distant.
Even though she didn’t know much about him, Alice still looked forward to seeing him every day.
There was something about him that she found intriguing, something that made her want to know more about him, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
It had become a running joke between them.
Every morning, she’d come in, and every morning, she’d make him a strawberry coffee twist.
“Good morning, Alice.” Max smiled at her across the counter.
“I’ll have my usual.”
Alice laughed and pushed a lock of her long blonde hair out of her face.
“I thought you might like to try something different for a change.”
“Not today,” he said with a smile.
“I’m in the mood for something simple and classic this morning.”
“Coming right up,” Alice said, and started on his black coffee.
As she poured the hot water over the coffee grounds, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
