#Espresso Machine spare parts

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Parts of an Espresso Machine: A Quick Guide Every Barista Should Know

If you are stepping into the world of espresso making, it is important to understand the different parts of an espresso machine to know how they work and make the perfect brew. Here’s a quick guide to help every barista grasp the basics:

Portafilter:

The portafilter is a handle-like device that holds the coffee grounds during the brewing process. It attaches to the group head of the espresso machine.

Portafilter Basket:

This is the metal basket located inside the portafilter where the coffee grounds are placed. It comes in a variety of sizes to accommodate single or double shots.

Group Head:

The group head is the component on the espresso machine where the portafilter attaches. It is responsible for delivering hot water to the coffee grounds under pressure to extract the espresso.

Steam Wand:

The steam wand is used to steam and froth milk to create creamy textures for drinks such as lattes and cappuccinos. It dispenses steam at high pressure when activated.

Group Gasket:

The group gasket is a rubber or silicone seal located inside the group head. This creates a tight seal between the portafilter and the machine, preventing leakage during brewing.

Grinder Burrs:

Grinder burrs are the sharp cutting surfaces inside the grinder of an espresso machine. They grind the coffee beans to the desired consistency before brewing.

Bean Hopper:

The bean hopper is a plastic container located at the top of the espresso machine that holds coffee beans. It feeds the beans into the grinder for grinding.

By familiarizing yourself with these essential parts of an espresso machine, you will be better equipped to improve your brewing techniques and create delicious espresso.

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The Best Coffee Maker For Every Job, No Matter When And Where You Work

For many of us, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is an indispensable part of our work routine, providing that much-needed energy and focus to tackle the day's challenges. However, with the myriad of coffee makers available on the market today, choosing the perfect one to suit your specific work environment can be a daunting task. Whether you work from home, in an office, or on the go, we've compiled a comprehensive guide to help you find the best coffee maker that perfectly complements your job and lifestyle.

The Home Office Guru

For those who work from the comfort of their home office, a coffee maker that combines convenience and versatility is essential. The ideal choice for you is a single-serve coffee maker like the Keurig K-Elite. This machine allows you to brew a single cup of coffee quickly and easily, without wasting any precious time. With a wide variety of coffee pods available, you can customize your coffee according to your preferences, making it the perfect companion for a remote worker who values efficiency and taste.

The Busy Corporate Professional

In a bustling corporate setting, time is of the essence, and coffee breaks need to be quick and efficient. For the busy professional, a drip coffee maker like the Breville Precision Brewer is an excellent choice. This machine can brew large quantities of coffee in one go, ensuring that you and your colleagues can grab a cup on the go without any delay. Additionally, the Breville Precision Brewer offers various brewing options, allowing you to experiment with different coffee styles and cater to the diverse tastes of your coworkers.

The On-the-Go Entrepreneur

Constantly on the move and working from different locations, the traveling entrepreneur needs a portable coffee maker that can keep up with their fast-paced lifestyle. The AeroPress Coffee and Espresso Maker is an ingenious solution. This compact and lightweight device is perfect for brewing a quick cup of coffee wherever you are. Whether you're in a hotel room, a co-working space, or even camping in the wilderness, the AeroPress ensures you can always enjoy a freshly brewed cup of joe without sacrificing quality or taste.

The Artistic Creative

Creativity flows best when paired with inspiration, and for many artistic individuals, coffee shops offer the perfect environment to cultivate their ideas. To match this ambiance, a coffee maker like the De'Longhi La Specialista Espresso Machine fits the bill. This espresso machine not only brews top-notch espresso but also adds an aesthetic touch to your creative space. The barista-quality performance and the ability to froth milk for lattes and cappuccinos make it an ideal choice for artists seeking the perfect balance between functionality and style.

The Outdoorsy Adventurer

For those whose job takes them to the great outdoors, a rugged coffee maker that can withstand the elements is a must-have. The Stanley Adventure All-in-One Boil + Brew Camping French Press fits the bill perfectly. This durable and portable French press can handle rough terrains and harsh weather conditions, ensuring that you get your caffeine fix even in the wilderness. Whether you're camping, hiking, or simply working on-site, this coffee maker is a reliable companion for the adventurous professional.

Conclusion

No matter what your job entails or where it takes you, a good cup of coffee is a universal requirement to fuel productivity and keep you going throughout the day. By considering your work environment, lifestyle, and coffee preferences, you can find the perfect coffee maker to suit your needs.

From the convenience of a single-serve coffee machine for the home office guru to the rugged portability of a camping French press for the outdoorsy adventurer, there is a coffee maker tailored to every job and lifestyle. So, embrace the power of a great cup of coffee and make the most of your workdays with the perfect coffee maker by your side!

[ravencincaide]

Happy unhappy home!  

Summar: Soukou think you may be suffering from postpartum depression. Something you strongly disagree with. How dare they suggest you’re an incompetent mother and a threat to your children when they haven’t been around for months! Surely, they must have a different agenda behind their accusation? 

Pairing: New parents! Dazai x Chuuya x Fem! Reader!  (SKK x Fem! reader)

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 12: Chaste Kiss   

Warnings: Cursing, Postpartum depression, light hint at maternal filicide, angst and disappointment, angst

Author note: An independent part two for Desperate times call for Desperate measures. Check that fic out if you’d like more angst, new parents and see more of what happened before this scene! 

Enjoy  

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The alarm was ringing.  

It had been ringing for the past twenty minutes. A dull monotone sound that had reached its maximum amplitude sometime between minute five and eight, leaving the clock to just screech and nervously buzz closer and closer to the dresser's edge. Another loud ring followed by metallic duns as the clock jumped to its death off the bedside table, finally growing silent.  

Slowly you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, forcing your eyes open. You ran your hands over your face, heaving a heavy exhausted sigh. You were literally keeping your eyelids open with your fingers to prevent them from shutting and falling back asleep inside the hard spare bed in the shoesize room. You felt so-so drained and yet you had gotten a decent six hours of uninterrupted rest last night. Without Dazai or Chuuya craving your attention or bringing the twins to you when they became too much.  

Truly six hours of sleep was a miracle.  

Though now that morning came all you felt was a dull frustration. At that moment you did not know what was worse; the fact that you had to get up and face the day. Starting with preparing breakfast for the twins and your lovers, or the mild annoyance of having to go and buy yet another bloody alarm clock.   

At least the babies weren’t fussing. Yet.  

With great effort you dragged yourself out of bed and haphazardly put some day-old clothes on. Hair up in a bun while on the toilet and a quick wash of your face with cold water and you were ready to get started in the kitchen. You needed to put up coffee, blitz some fruit and think about a more adult-suitable breakfast. Porridge was hated by both Dazai and Chuuya but approved by the babies, while omelet was liked by no one but you. Yet another day of sandwiches was out of the option. That left you with pancakes. Glancing at the clock in the living room on your way to the kitchen, you hurriedly picked up your pace.  

Pancakes were doable- if you hurried up.   

Once you got to the kitchen you let out a low groan of frustration. The sink was full of bottles from the nightly feedings wedged between midnight snack dishes and crusty cups of coffee that had finally made their way out of your partner's room and into the kitchen sink. The espresso machine was demanding a new water filter, and you did not even want to think what the splotches and sticky mess on the counter and kitchen table were.  

For a second you didn’t know where to start- then as stress set in you felt your body come alive. You were practically tearing yourself between doing dishes, making the pancake batter and wiping the counter.  When the two non-stick pans on the stove were warming up, you ran the cleaning program on the espresso machine. Then as the pancakes fried, you wiped the table and blitzed fruit for the babies. You set up cups, cutlery and plates in between flipping the pancakes.  

Just as the first batch of pancakes were finished and the coffee machine was brewing the first cup, you heard the heavy shuffling of feet into the kitchen. You ignored them as you proceeded to whip up another batch of pancakes- realizing you made far too little to feed double black. Halfway through cracking the eggs, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.  

“You’re up early, Sweets” Chuuya yawned in your ear before placing a chase kiss on your shoulder.  

“Morning” you replied dryly, moving out of the embrace. You were fully focused on flipping the pancakes with one hand while mixing the batter with the second. “Coffee’s ready I think” you muttered, out of the corner of your eye watching a zombie looking Dazai reach for the hot cup, muttering a halfhearted morning and thanks in one breath.  

You heard Chuuya sigh heavily, disappointed, before going over to the coffee machine and brewing another cup. As the machine skimmed the milk and ground the beans, Chuuya got into a half bicker, half quiet discussion with Dazai about something. Not too long after, the two settled down at the table a few paces away continuing the hushed discussion.  

They didn’t even bother to ask- let alone step up to help you. Jerks.  

“Are you absolutely sure this is legit? And how the hell are we supposed to fill it in anyways” You heard Chuuya hiss at Dazai, making you turn your head in question towards them. You saw the two of them staring at what looked like a thick stack of papers between them- no doubt some kind of work-related report. Probably an evaluation of the new recruits or something. 

“ Of course it’s legit- I’m not an idiot like you.” Dazai stated matter of factly pointing something out on the sheets of paper with a half broken- half chewed on ink pen.  

“ Who the hell are you calling an idiot- you extra stuff that comes with bandages!” Chuuya snapped back but settled down the second he noticed your eyes on them.  

You felt your lips turn down in a frown as you flipped another bunch of pancakes: So, fucking typical. With them it was either work or the twins. While you were still just this ‘something’ that did everything around the house with little to no gratitude or help. Right then you felt like the extra stuff that comes with babies. A ghost- boggart- in your own home.   

You had just finished making pancakes when you heard a wail from upstairs. The babies had woken up. Instantly you turned off the stove: wiping your hands on a cloth you rushed upstairs to get the twins. After all, those picture-perfect fathers were not so perfect until after breakfast.  

You returned a few moments later, placing the babies in their highchairs. Then you put small bowls with mashed fruits in front of them in different cups. Yet another attempt at introducing solids into their diet. Then back to the kitchen, returning a few seconds later.  

“Here!” You dropped the two plates of pancakes in front of your so-called partners, not caring either about the loud clang the plates made against the wooden table, or the way the food slid off them. Or the way the twins clapped their hands in glee at the loud noise. You went back to the kitchen, moving things into the sink to make it easier to wash up later, while turning on the kettle for tea.  

A hot cup of chamomile or melissa tea sounded heavenly at that moment.  

Hearing the children's fuss, you abandoned both dishes and tea; rushing back towards the dining table, where Chuuya and Dazai mouths were stuffed with food. Their attention was divided between the stack of papers in front of them and the twins that were eagerly reaching for their fathers' pancakes. You felt another wave of irritation wash over you- a bitter kind of anger that you bit back before you said something you would regret. Instead, you fixed all of them with a warning look, making sure that neither Dazai nor Chuuya shared their breakfast with the twins. The last thing you needed that morning was to pull pancakes out of the children's noses.  

“Sweetheart, aren’t you going to eat anything?” Chuuya asked suddenly, sounding concerned as he watched you come closer to the table and take a seat beside the children.  

“I’m not hungry” you growled through squeezed teeth as you picked up the small plastic spoon and began trying to feed them mashed berries. After a few moments of screwed faces and the fruit going everywhere besides inside the children's mouth, you dropped the small spoon back into the colorful cup and looked up at the ceiling. You were blinking away tears of frustration. How fucking hard was this supposed to be? 

Not hard if you were to ask the pediatrician! 

“Here let me try Belladonna” Dazai gave you a small smile as he picked up the spoon you had carelessly dropped back into the mash.  With some exaggerated motions and airplane noises, the children ate the mash without any issue. As if Dazai was feeding them formulas from a spoon. Soon Chuuya joined him, wiping their mouths and then burping them once the twins were done.  

The sight warmed your heart, but it also made you feel self-conscious- a failure somehow. Why hadn’t you thought of doing that? Wasn’t it a mother's instinct to know what to do and how to care for her children?  To have an inseparable bond. And yet it seemed Dazai and Chuuya were somehow closer to the twins- despite the fact that you were the one who did the majority of the nurturing duties. Were you perhaps- not equipped to be a parent?  

The thought lingered in your head as they all finished breakfast. It lingered through the playtime with children and even as you put the twins down for their nap. When they'd wake up, you’d need to bathe them, then dress them and take them for a little time outside. And then–  

“-Belladona?” you snapped out of your thoughts when you noticed that Dazai had been talking and trying to get your attention for the past minute or so.  

“Oh sorry, what did you say?” You asked as you draped the covers over the snoozing twins and headed towards your partner who was lingering in the door of the nursery.  

Dazai flashed you a nervous smile, one of his hands in his hair, trying to make himself look less awkward. “A moment of your time dalin?” he repeated himself. You frowned, unsure why he’d suddenly ask for your time so formally. Then as you saw him shift under your gaze you felt your eyes widen with realization and nodded quickly, eagerly and followed him back to the living room.  

You sat down on the couch opposite your lovers, a hopeful feeling in your chest. They looked so nervous, bumping shoulders against each other, flickering eyes, silent motions for one or the other to start. To an outsider they would have looked like composed mafioso's- to you they looked like a bunch of nervous teenagers. You held back a giggle, the sight reminding you so much of when they first asked you to be with them- then once again when they asked you to start living together.  

You almost felt nervous yourself. And excited. And anxious. Were they really going to finally–?  

“Sweetheart there’s something we’d like to ask- no discuss with you” Chuuya started, clearly having lost whatever silent banter he and Dazai were having above your head. You felt the palms of your hands grow damp- sweaty. Your heart was hammering in your chest. Your mouth dry- your ears ringing. It was finally happening, wasn’t it? You could barely contain your grin: 

“ You both know I’d say YE–” “– we think you might have postpartum depression”  

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Ice cold dread washed over you; making dark dots play in your vision. The disappointment on your face was clear. It seemed to throw both of them off guard for a moment. Like they couldn’t understand what it was you were hoping for- what you were so eager to say yes to. It took a moment for your mind to register what Chuuya said- but you certainly regained your composure quicker than either of them.   

“What?!” You snapped, narrowing your eyes dangerously at the pair, daring them to repeat themselves. “What did you just say?” 

They didn’t answer directly: Instead, they made a motion towards the stack of papers that they had been fiddling with all morning. They were laid out on the small table between you. Postpartum Assessment sheet with a bunch of ticked off boxes. You didn’t know what made you feel more insulted- that they assumed you had postpartum depression or the fact that they assessed you behind your back instead of coming and talking to you.  

You scoffed in response  

“We think you might have postpartum depression– it’s not uncommon. Especially in young, first-time mothers and–” You flew up from your seat silencing Dazai’s voice instantly.  

“No you’re just saying that because You are not around. Either of you! so it's just fucking easier to blame all the shortcomings and inadequacy on me than look at your own failures!” You began pacing, running your hands through your hair. You couldn’t believe it- that they could even think you were a threat to your own babies. To the children you birthed and raised and nurtured- stayed up nights and nights to care for. The ones you took to doctors and classes and sacrificed so much for. How fucking dare they even suggest that?! 

“ Sweetheart it isn’t..” Chuuya started. He had moved off the sofa and closer to you, hands reaching towards you, palms up. Something between an awkward attempt at a hug and reassuring you, he meant no harm.  

“No you’re right, it isn’t about that- is it? It’s cuz you want to take them away from me, right?! Want to take my babies away from me and start a partnership” Your eyes moved from Chuuya to Dazai who had remained awfully passive throughout your entire outburst. The fact that he was always absent with urgent work, then demanding Chuuya to come and help during missions suddenly made a lot more sense to you. 

Just like your bare ring finger.  

The thought stung. Instead of feeling anger however, you felt overwhelming sadness. A type of defeat that only came when you realized your own pitifulness- your own worthlessness. The naivety that those two would ever see you as their equal- a shared part of a whole. This realization left a bitter taste in your mouth; “You’ve gotten what you wanted- what you can’t create yourself- out of me and now you want to lock me up with a stamp of being incompetent? Forget it!”  

Chuuya gaped, his brain trying to come up with something that wouldn’t aggravate the situation further. He seemed to have an idea, a thought, but the words got stuck in his throat as your eyes went away from Dazai and back to him. 

Eyes full of icy fury.  

“I’m not giving them to you, not without a fight!” you snapped just as you heard the twins stirring. Their wails awakening a protective and possessive motherly instinct inside you. Without another word you brushed past Chuuya, bumping his shoulder purposefully on the way out of the living room.  

“That went brilliantly, simpleton” you heard Dazai’s voice but did not bother turning around as you headed upstairs to the twins. Out of the three of them you were the most competent to be a mother - a parent. If anyone was having ‘postpartum depression’ it was those two self-centered idiots.  

Going upstairs you picked the crying babies up and began pacing with them around the room, your mind still a jumbled mess as you pressed kisses to each of the twins' foreheads. God what were you supposed to do if they made you out to be so sick and incompetent, so you’d lose your parental rights and — and— you swallowed then shuddered as you heard your so-called partners yelling at each other downstairs. In panic you hurried to retreat to the safety of the bathroom.  

You made sure to lock the door, then barricade it.  

You took a step back from it, your heart in your throat. The children sensed your fear and wailed loudly in your arms. You shushed them quietly before going further into the bathroom. There you set the children down onto the floor only long enough to turn on the water in the bathtub in a feeble attempt to block out the bickering echoing from downstairs. You made sure the water was perfect temperature, then you hurried to pick the twins up and hugged them tightly to your chest, rocking backwards and forwards. The sound of your so-called partners' loud voices only fueled your fear and sadness. How dare they suggest you were incompetent. How dare they attempt to take these babies away from you. As if they’d be able to do a better job than you. To protect them from this cruel, cruel world! 

 No, you were not going to let Chuuya and Dazai take them away from you. Your twins- your joy. Your purpose in life.  But if they were truly serious about it– then you’d rather take yourself and your babies out of this world than risk putting them through the horrors of going even a day without their mother—.   _____________________________________________________ Update: Check out the next part A hit beyond rock bottom

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I really love the "Runaway Roomba" fic, so.....

Obi-Wan getting the roomba back to his owner?

(Thanks a lot❤)

"Ah! Fuck!"

Anakin is deep inside the circuitry of his blender when the doorbell rings, breaking his concentration and scattering sparks across the breakfast table, burning into his bare chest with a curse and a surprised shout.

"Just leave the package at the fucking door," Anakin mumbles under his breath, shaking his head in frustration and trying to refocus on the task at hand, taking a deep steadying breath before reaching for the wires once again.

Knock knock knock

Growling in irritation, Anakin pushes away from the table, rolling his shoulders back and stalking toward the front door and whoever the fuck feels the need to interrupt him, not sparing a second thought to his current state as he slinks through his dark street-level apartment and reaches for the handle, wrenching the door open with a scowl.

"What!?"

Anakin isn't entirely certain who he'd expected to find standing at his front door but it definitely hadn't been James fucking Bond.

The man looks almost too perfect, each hair combed meticulously in place, stubble trimmed neatly along his jaw, dressed in an impeccably tailored sapphire suit and crisp white shirt.

"Oh— hello there."

Well, fuck. He even sounds like James Bond.

"Hi," Anakin breathes, barely managing the single word, standing a bit stunned in his doorway as the stranger's silver stare studies his face and when the man's attention tracks lower, his eyebrow raised curiously, Anakin suddenly becomes very aware of the fact that he still has a soldering iron attached to his prosthetic, shifting his weight to hide his right arm behind the door, "I— uh— how can I help—"

A series of loud beeps and screams interrupts his awkward stuttering and Anakin's eyes fall immediately to the man's feet and the mischievous droid waiting at the door.

"Artoo!" Anakin exclaims, both in surprise and chastisement, abandoning the modesty his half closed door provides and bending down to greet his disk shaped friend and help him over the threshold. "How did you get out!?" He asks the whirring robot, concerned and more than a little impressed before glancing up briefly at the man still standing in his doorway, "Where did you find him?"

"Up on Temple Street," the man responds matter of factly, his voice soft and smooth, "Quick little bugger."

"You know that's outside your WiFi range," Anakin scolds Artoo softly as the vacuum that absolutely no longer has the ability to clean in any capacity sounds a few annoyed beeps before proceeding into the apartment like he's done nothing wrong. Slowly, Anakin gets back to his feet, suddenly very aware he's standing in front of one of the most attractive men he's ever seen in nothing but a pair of ratty gym shorts, only able to stutter out a quiet, "Thank you."

"Of course," James Bond responds brightly, "I couldn't just leave him out there."

For a long moment they just stare at each other, silence stretching longer and longer and it feels like they're swaying closer and closer to one another.

When a car honks on the distance, they both startle.

"Yes, well," the man says, a small shy chuckle in his soothing voice, "Now that he's home I should probably—"

"Coffee?" Anakin asks nonsensically, his voice filled with a strange irrational hope, "Threepio— I mean— I have an espresso machine. I can make you anything you want."

The man simply looks at him for several long moments. Then a dazzling smile spreads across his face.

"I did skip the cafe this morning—"

[part one] [sketch]

[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

part 1 - how you meet

summary: part one, harry and y/n meet for the first time. it isn’t smooth sailing, but shes intrigued.

warnings: none

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Fuck, shit!”, you swore, hitting the espresso maker, once and then again, when the only thing it did was to spew more steam at you, fogging up your glasses.

“You alright?”, one of your coworkers asked and you nodded, though defeated.

“You think you can take over preparing the drinks for me, while I’ll handle the register? If I have to fight this machine one more time, something will be broken and it will either be my hand or the coffeemaker.” You looked at him desperately, your hands folded together in a silent plea.

“Alright, alright”, he laughed, “Don’t want to call an ambulance because you couldn’t control your anger. At least I won’t have to deal with asshole customers anymore.” He passed you and you blew him a bunch of exaggerated kisses before sliding right behind the cash register, slightly more motivated to finish the rest of your shift than before.

It was unusually quiet for Friday afternoon, normally all of the tables would’ve been taken- from desperate college students trying to finish their essays to single mothers, hoping to rekindle their failed love life. Although the job was a pain in your ass and barely covered all the bills and loans you had to pay off, it always had something to offer for your personal entertainment.

But now, as you waited for something to happen, other than the few fifteen years olds throwing straws at each other in the corner booth, you felt terribly bored. Your elbows quickly found their way to the counter and you put your chin in your waiting hands, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

The nameless indie music idling out of the speakers above your head lulled you in a state of trance as you stared at the passer-by’s outside of the store, the big glass front not sparing you any detail. Even your coworker, who was the only employee inside the store besides you, had sat down on a few cases of soda stacked together, blasting TikTok and its annoying sounds throughout the whole store, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.

Then, suddenly, you were ripped out of your daydreaming by the bell ringing above the door and you stood up fast, startling not only the newcomers, but yourself as well.

“Hey, welcome in. Is there anything I can get started for you?”, you asked, peering at the three men, who just stared for a moment, as if assessing the situation. Weird.

The place you worked at was in a small side street, away from the bigger crowds, with quirky names for almost all of the things you had on your menu, so you gave your new customers a second to understand and choose something from your assortment.

Before you could turn away and pretend to be busy, one of them spoke up, though quietly, you could barely hear him.

“Hi. Sorry, we didn’t expect such an enthusiastic greeting. Is there anything you would recommend?” His voice was deep and gentle and you couldn’t help but admit that he looked exactly like the kind of man you would usually go for.

“I don’t know”, you reply, your voice now back to its usual octave and enthusiasm- or rather the lack thereof, “I usually just get the Iced Caramel Macchiato.”

To this day, you still refused to read any of the actual names of the drinks out loud.

“I’ll take that one then”, the man said, smiling at you. You nod as you type his order into your register.

“Anything else?”, you asked, smiling your “customer service smile” as your friends jokingly called it and the other two men nodded, replying with their orders.

“Alright, will that be to-go or are you staying in?” You waited for a second while they looked at each other and thought to yourself “That question couldn’t have been that hard”.

Finally, the guy with the long, brown hair mumbled “To go, please.”

“Okay then, swipe your card whenever you’re ready. And I need a name to call when your coffee is done.”

“Harry”, the guy who spoke to you first replied and stepped forward, pressing his card on the card reader. You nodded satisfied.

You turned around briefly, to check if you coworker, Charlie, got the order. Pleased that he was already on it, you directed your gaze back to the front of the store. Startled, you reeled back. Harry, who was the only one still standing in front of the counter, was starting at you intently. The other two had fallen back, standing near the door, as if they were waiting- no rather watching out for something- or someone.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”, you inquired, observing how his shoulders rode up defensively. He was wearing a long, blue jacket, a hat and sunglasses and if you were honest, his outfit looked absolutely ridiculous. Paired with the black nike shorts, he looked a bit mismatched, like he was unsure whether it was warm out or not. You could’ve easily answered that question, seeing as you had been sweating profusely since you left your studio apartment this morning.

You were sure you looked disgusting, your uniform clinging uncomfortably to the body parts you most certainly didn’t want them to stick to, mascara probably smudged from the humidity from the steam that had been blowing in your face earlier.

How he managed to still look fresh, even with the thick jacket on was an absolute mystery to you.

“No, no, sorry. I like your button”, he answered, referring to the grumpy cat pin your mother had gifted you a while ago. It was ridiculous and cheesy, but it reminded you of home, so you wore it anytime you felt even slightly homesick. You debated telling him as much, but you weren’t up for much of a conversation, so you settled on a polite “Thank you.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Order for Harry?”, Charlie called and the man looked around, rather paranoid, as if he was scared someone was going to jump up from behind the counter any second.

“That’s me”, he said, still shyly smiling at you before turning towards the pick-up station.

“Have a nice day”, you called out sarcastically behind him and he waved, walking out the door, his company joining soon after.

You exhaled deeply and turned towards Charlie again, who suddenly squealed loudly. “Oh my God, what?”, you said, clutching your hand over your chest.

“Do you know who that was?”, he asked, excitedly, “Harry fucking Styles. And I think he liked you with all that staring he did.”

“No, it wasn’t. Was it?”, you asked disbelievingly. He nodded, “Oh, yeah. It was him. I’d recognize him anywhere. I think he’s actually having a show in town tonight.”

“But why would he come in here out of all places? I mean, we’re far away from anything slightly entertaining or fun.” You looked at Charlie quizzically.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Maybe that’s exactly the point. What are the odds of getting recognized by hoards of fans in a small shop like this?”

“I guess so.”

You grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, starting to wipe down the counter, not able to shake the fact that superstar Harry Styles just walked into your workplace, however annoyed you might’ve been at that moment, it had felt oddly right and somehow meaningful. You touched the pin on your apron carefully, smiling at the chipped feeling of the plastic fading at the edges.

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Two days later, the incident- which was how Charlie kept calling it, was nothing but a fun story you could tell your friends and something to be teased about by your coworkers. Yes, you had been kind of rude to him, maybe you could’ve been a bit nicer. Treat People with Kindness or whatever he always preached. But it was in the past now. It wasn’t like you would ever see him again.

At least that’s what you told the part of yourself that kept insisting that maybe he would return- the nagging voice that believed Charlie, who kept shooting you meaningful glances whenever one of Harry’s songs played on the radio.

You were in a middle of a lunch rush, the small room of the shop packed with people, when your wishful thinking suddenly became reality. Right in the middle, as if the crowd had split in two, he appeared. Or maybe he had just entered through the door like everyone else did and patiently waited in line. You couldn’t be sure.

“Harry, hi”, you greeted sincerely, when he approached the counter, “What brings you back?” You smiled ruefully, thinking about your last interaction.

“Hi. Slightly better mood today, huh?” So he had picked up on it last time. Your eyes travelled down his body quickly- you couldn’t help it, sue you. He was wearing a white button down this time, messily tucked in a light washed pair of denim shorts- although he managed to make it look stylish- and no sunglasses. His hair was hidden by a yellow crochet bucket hat. Cute.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know who you were and I wasn’t having a good day. What can I do for you today?”, you apologized.

“I think everyone deserves kindness, even if they weren’t popular. But it’s alright, can’t always be nice, especially in customer service. I get it, worked in a bakery for some time back at home.” He took his own shtick quite seriously you noted, but smiled politely.

“I would love to talk to you some more, but the place is packed right now. Is there anything I can get for you?”, you tried again.

“Yeah, yeah”, he chuckled, “I’ll get the Iced Caramel Macchiato again, it was really good the last time and also-“, he paused for a second, looking at your display of pastries, “One of the vegan carrot cakes, please.”

“Sure, anything else?”

“No, that’s all, thank you.”

You finish the transaction and say goodbye before tending to the next customer, a middle aged woman raising her eyebrows impatiently at you.

The rest of your shift goes by smoothly, with only a few minor incidents disrupting your flow. It all felt to good to be true, your interaction with Harry still in the back of your mind. The conversation had left you unsatisfied, craving more.

You didn’t know much about him, besides that he was Harry Styles and apparently currently on tour. He shared something with you and you couldn’t help but wonder if there would’ve been more if you had just let him talk. That’s what you reprimanded yourself for as you took of your apron and the shirt you wore for work in the locker rooms, pulling on a black hoodie with a nonsensical print on the front.

“I’ll see you tomorrow”, you yelled in the general direction of the store as you leave through the back door, a cigarette already waiting to be lit in your right hand. It was a bad habit and you were desperate to stop smoking- but on days like this it was the only thing keeping you sane.

“Hey”, a voice suddenly called and you shot up surprised, the cig almost falling out of your mouth. You took a quick drag before lowering it. Turning around, you spotted Harry of all people leaning against the wall of the back of your shop.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”, you asked disbelievingly, clutching your chest dramatically.

“Sorry, one of your coworkers told me what time you get off. They also told me your name”, he explained, peering at you with his green eyes. Fuck, why did he have to be so handsome?

“Stalker-much?”, you couldn’t help but ask, only half joking. You brought your cigarette up to your lips again, inhaling deeply, before blowing out the smoke through your nose- welcoming the rush the nicotine gave you.

“I just wanted the chance to have a conversation with you, Y/N”, he said, rolling his eyes, but smiling at the same time. It was weird hearing your name out of his mouth.

“Why?” He shrugged helplessly, observing you smoke for a second before answering.

“Fuck if I know. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, even on stage, and my friends kept teasing me. I’m in town until tomorrow, then I’m off to Cardiff.”

“Yeah, I get it. My coworker Charlie kept wagging his eyebrows at me everytime he saw someone wearing your merch. He was the one preparing the drinks for you.” You hoisted up your tote bag, which kept slipping of your shoulder.

Harry chuckled. “He did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. The Macchiato was really good. Cashier had some perks too though.”

“He’ll pass out if I tell him what you just said. But tell me more about this cashier. Were they cute?”, you flirted back, a smirk on your face.

“Oh, very. I was hoping it’d get her number by chance”, he tried as you threw the butt of your cigarette on the pavement, stomping it out with your checkered Vans.

“Well, you’re in luck. It’s not everyday an international pop-star asks me for my cell. Can’t resist your charm”, you said quietly. His shoulders dropped slightly, as if remembering his position in the world, but he caught himself.

Harry hands you his phone and says, “Just type it in yourself. It’s always easier this way.”

You nodded, taking his phone with clammy hands. What a weird, surreal world you were suddenly thrown into. The fact that he trusted you enough to just pass you his phone. The fact that he was standing opposite you, watching you, being interested in you. You wondered if this was all a dream you’d suddenly be woken up from.

But no one did. This was reality, you realized as you pressed the cellphone back into his waiting hand, brushing it with the movement. You looked at each other for a moment.

“The cute girl from the coffee place? Really?”, he asked and you giggled. Honest to God giggled. What has your life become?

Harry pocketed his phone, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides. “Well”, he cleared his throat, “I have to go. Rehearsals and all that. I’m already too late. I’ll text you?” He looked at you hopefully.

“Sure”, you answered, smiling softly, “I’ll be waiting.” You step closer, standing on your tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek- a barely there brush of lips, but he still blushed.

“I’ll see you around, H.”

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Definitive list of my favorite appliances

1. Espresso machine

- Incredibly ill behaved

- instantly improved my daily quality of life

2. Oster stand mixer/“kitchen center”

- the first appliance I ever got. My mom had to find it on Craigslist because they don’t make them anymore.

- my child. My beloved. My poor worn out granny.

3. Kitchen scale

- how did I live without you

4. Food processor

- incredibly well behaved

- easy to find a spare part when I accidentally broke the lid

5. Electric kettle

- the last one caught fire briefly

- the new one is a really pretty copper color

- boils water SO fast

6. Kitchenaid stand mixer

- my beloathed

- I have a mile long list of complaints but goddamn if it can’t mix brioche dough like it’s nothing

7. Toaster

- decrepit

8. Air fryer

- this appliance isn’t actually mine

- good at rehearing fries

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The nights are tasteless without you: Part 13 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - Sorry for not posting in ages, work and personal life got in the way but here is the next installment.

It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari arrived at the college the next day with a spring in his step. He was whistling a Bollywood song as he walked into the staff room. August and Sy saw him first wondering what got Ari so overjoyed. 

"Hey dude, I see you're feeling better. Andrew told us you were sick yesterday," Sy said, patting Ari on the back. 

"I had food poisoning yesterday, a much needed rest and I am back to normal," Ari said walking over to the coffee machine to make himself an espresso. 

"That sounds rough man," Steve says, shaking Ari's hand and offering him a spoon for his coffee. Jenson walked over, headphones on, singing a song loudly making the teachers laugh. He didn't look where he was going, and bumped into Ari, coffee spilling onto Ari's shirt. 

"Oh crap, sorry man," Jensen said, taking his headphones off. Ari cursed, walking to the locker, where he kept a spare shirt. He discarded his shirt, the others gasping as they saw Ari's back covered in hickies and scratches. 

Everyone cheered, whistling, going towards Ari and congratulating him for getting with an Indian girl. 

"Dude, I see why you needed yesterday off," August said, winking at Ari. Ari blushed, looking down to see bruises, hickies and scratches all over him. He felt shy, but also proud of what they got up to yesterday. 

"Shhh," Ari said, slipping on the clean shirt, writing a note to get the other shirt dry cleaned. 

"Ari got laid," Frank and Colin sang, making Ari blush. 

"Guys stop it, we are not school kids. We are adults," Ari said, so happy to see Andy coming over. They hugged one another as the other professors were leaving to go teach. Ari and Andy had another free lesson so they went down to the canteen to grab some food and talk. 

“Thanks for covering for me man, I appreciate it,” Ari said, grabbing some paratha and chai to eat for breakfast while Andy just got a strong coffee to drink. 

“You’re welcome, was everything ok,” Andy said, hiding his yawn. 

“Yes,” Ari said blushing, making Andy quirk an eyebrow at him. 

“What happened,” Andy said, curious as to what was going on while they sat down to eat. 

“We had some fun that’s all,” Ari said smirking, making Andy chuckle inbetween yawns. 

“Oh ho Romeo,” he said, yawning once again. 

“Everything ok with you buddy,” Ari asked, seeing Andy rub his eyes, yawning out loud.

*Flashback* 

Y/N had arrived home from work earlier than normal, she made dinner, lit some candles and went to get ready in a nice olive green dress showing off all her curves. Andy arrived home 20 minutes later, smiling to see his wife home before him for one. She walked up to him, taking his jacket off and putting it and his bag on the table. Y/N leaned up on her tiptoes, brushing her fingers through his luscious locks, their nose touching every so slightly before she slowly leaned in to kiss his lips.

The kiss got deeper, her fingers raked into his hair, his arms wrapped around her body. Moans escaped the room, the room getting warm from their bodies. Y/N leaned away from the kiss, biting her lip just staring at Andy before moving closer as she started to unbutton his shirt and take it off him. 

“I love you,” she said, kissing his chest while fumbling with the buckle belt trying to open it. She finally got it open and opened the trousers to push down. Y/N stopped, moving away to slip the dress off and throw it on the floor before moving closer to Andy and kissing him once again. 

“Let's make a baby, I am ready,” she whispered letting the dick enter her pussy, she grinded on him, feeling the friction between the two. Andy a few seconds later, yawned, stopping her. 

“Stop for a second honey, I’m tired,” he said, slowly slipping out of her. 

“What the hell Andrew,” she said angrily, he just slipped out of her while she was grinding on him. 

“Honey, I have had a long day at work. I just want a shower, eat and then go to bed,” he said, seeing Y/N grit her teeth and look at him angrily. 

“What the hell, you know tonight we are trying for a baby,” she said, really annoyed at him. 

“Things change ok, we can try tomorrow,” he said, moving away to the kitchen. Y/N threw his clothes at him and started to scream. 

“You need to calm down, woman,” Andy said, gritting his teeth at her. It had been a long day at work and he wasn’t in the mood. 

“You knew about this for weeks Andrew, for god sake i am ovulating,” Y/N shouted.

“I know that Y/N, but I am not a machine. We will try for a baby on the weekend when we both relaxed,” he said looking at her, getting more angry and throwing a glass his way. 

“So now it’s the weekend. Andrew, do you even want a baby with me,” she said, falling onto the floor crying into her hands. Andy sighed, moving towards her. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, letting her cry it out in his chest. In a few minutes the crying stopped and Andy carried her bridal style upstairs, changing into pajamas and tucking her into bed. He kissed her head, shutting the door behind and walking down to eat and watch some tv. 

*End flashback* 

Andy sighed, yawning as he looked at Ari not sure how to tell him. He took few gulps of his coffee before speaking, 

“Y/N and I have been trying for a baby for the last 6 months. It has been difficult for us, with all the trying and following her schedule it hasn’t worked,” he said, feeling a pit in his stomach. 

“I am sorry pal, is there anything you can do,” Ari asked looking at Andy putting his hands through his hair, feeling frustrated. 

“We have seen a few doctors, taken some tests and followed everything they said. Nothing works and yesterday we had a fight where I couldn't even be in the same room as her so I slept on the couch,” Andy said, sighing, rubbing his eyes downing the last part of his coffee. 

“Sorry man, that sounds rough. Is there anything I can do to help?” Ari said, looking at Andy yawning, moving his head from side to side. 

“Thanks for listening, I’m not sure there is anything else anyone can do” Andy said, rubbing the creak of his neck as it was stiff from sleeping on the couch. 

“Andy, look I don’t know if this will help but my best friend back home is a top obstetrician. I can get in contact with him and ask to speak to you both. You don't have to say yes right away, but think it over with Y/N," Ari said, hearing the bell ring, time for his first class of the day. 

“Thank you Ari, let me talk it through with Y/N and then get back to you,” Andy said, hugging Ari as they both got up, putting their stuff in the bins before heading to their classes.

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I Think I Got You Beat - Cross The Line Part 7

Sad to see a princess suffer, but I had it rougher...

So, I think I got you beat

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Ella should have known that it was only a matter of time before someone from the studio came into the coffee shop. It wasn’t that far from the studio, and some of the girls are too snobby for Starbucks. But she definitely didn’t expect to see Jordan saunter through the door, bell clanging brightly as they inspected the menu. Blue silk bomber jacket and all, looking too attractive for their own good. 

Thankfully, she’s not working the register, so she shouldn't have to talk to them. 

God. Who cares? Why does she care about what they think of her anyways? She busies herself with the fifty millionth caramel macchiato she’s made this afternoon.

"Hey, freshie. Parents cut you off?" Their voice cuts into her pondering. Gah - who let their voice be so fucking.... Fuck!

" Parent doesn't have money to spare." she says simply, tired of playing the freaking games. Everyone here is playing the game. Even when you succeed you're still playing the game to keep your spot. "You can order over there." She points, trying to end the conversation.

"Already did." They say simply, not acknowledging her admission. Then, they were just watching her. Watching her make coffee the way they watch her dance - critically, with a sharp eye, watching for any mistakes. She tried to ignore them as she performed the methodical steps of making the espresso, frothing the milk, mixing the drink, repeat. Unfortunately, it was exactly like dance class - her trying to perform perfection underneath their judgemental gaze. Eventually, she was handed the cup with Jordan :) written on it and she pushed down the wave of irritation and jealousy that threatened to climb its way up her throat. She knew Anna was flirting with Jordan, and she knew it was probably working, considering the fact that they were still here, and that Anna looked way too pleased with herself. And Ella knew she shouldn’t care, she should even be happy - maybe if Jordan got laid they’d stop being such an ass - but...

She placed the iced americano on the countertop and rang the small silver bell, determined not to watch Jordan leave. They were on her turf now, and she wasn’t about to let their mere presence interrupt her shift. 

Jordan’s POV

When Jordan went into the Crocus that afternoon, it was mainly to appease their current fuckbuddy, some chick they’d met at a club last month. She’d insisted that they come while she was working, which meant they missed out on some of the prep time they usually had after rehearsal. But hey, if Ella fucks around most of the afternoon, why shouldn’t they? What they weren’t expecting to see was Ella working with Anna behind the counter. Well, why would they expect that - she’s got rich Daddy’s girl vibes. However, now that they think about it, they hadn’t really ever seen her with anything designer like some of the other dancers, but still, they always assumed.

She clearly wasn’t expecting to see them either, shock flashed across her face as soon as their eyes locked over the counter top. So, they weren’t going to miss out on the chance to mess with her, just a little.

“Parents cut you off, freshie?” They teased, watching her over the counter as she expertly packed coffee grounds into the espresso machine.

“ Parent doesn’t have money to spare.” She snapped, sounding more irritated than normal. “You can order over there.” She says, clearly attempting to end the conversation.

“Already did.” Jordan said absently, watching her work, mind racing. It felt like everything they knew about Ella just... shifted into focus, and now they were the one with their foot in their mouth. Anna was forgotten, they barely spared her a glance as they left with their drink, thinking only of Ella. Maybe she really was different than they thought...

That train of thought was interrupted by the shrill ringing of their phone. It was their dad, reminding them of some stupid social event they’d be attending in six months. Six months!

“You have to get fitted for a new suit, Jordan, this is important. If you don’t schedule it, I will do it for you.” Their dad’s disapproving tone boomed down the phone line.

“I got it, dad. I’ll call them and schedule an appointment tomorrow. Look, a-”

“And, son -” Jordan couldn’t hold back their exasperated sigh, which set their father off. Now they were in for a lecture. “You are! My son. My boy. Don’t start with me, not now. I don’t have the time for this.” Jordan didn’t see Ella stepping into the studio behind them, pausing awkwardly in the hallway. 

Desperation dripped from their tone as they said“Dad, you know how I feel about that. Can’t you at least try? I’m doing ev-” before they got cut off.

“I said, don’t start with me. Now, make that appointment, and don’t forget to call us on Sunday. Your mother misses you.” All business - that’s how their father handled things. No emotions, no nonsense. 

“Yes, dad. Goodbye.” And they hung up and nearly threw their phone down the hall, spinning abruptly and nearly running into Ella. The glare they threw her way was so vicious they almost felt bad. Almost. “What are you starin’ at, freshie? Let’s go.” They said gruffly, and walked into their changing room. 

They glared at themselves in the mirror, shifting for just a moment - like a glitch. They were never able to describe this feeling - not even to themselves. Being comfortable in each body at different times, wanting so desperately to be seen as themselves. Unencumbered by everyone’s expectations. And being trapped in one body all the time felt like a straitjacket, like a rock lay on their chest. 

They knew it wasn’t nice, but they made Ella wait a full 20 minutes before they came out to practice with her. It wasn’t entirely vindictive, but they might have made more of an effort had she not caught them on the phone with their dad. More than angry, they felt exposed. Like she’d walked in on them naked.

When they did walk in, they barely looked at her. “I strained my back working out today so we’re going to focus on your part again.” They lied - when their dysphoria was this bad, it was like pulling teeth getting this body to perform the way they want it to. It’s like... their subconscious knows they should be in a different body, but they can’t . Moves that are normally easy become near impossible.

They were harder on her then they needed to be during that rehearsal, but she didn’t say anything about it. It seems they both learned something about each other today. 

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au by @poppy-metal

edits by @barbieprincesshilton

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coffee shop au for the WIP Game please!

After Danny’s third heavy sigh in half an hour, Sam finally looked up from where she was deep cleaning the espresso machine. “Danny, what is your problem, dude?” He jerked upright from where he had slumped over the bar at the far end. “Nothing? Why?” Sam and Tucker shared a look. Danny had been weirdly distant for the last two weeks, and tight lipped about the reason why. He hadn’t even explained why the coffee shop had been ruined, or why he’d called Cyber and Grim back out onto the field without him. Not to mention, he was pouty and moody, and he refused to discuss Phantom’s sudden disappearance with them. “Where do you want us to start, dude?” Tucker asked. “Maybe… with Phantom?” “We’re not talking about Phantom,” Danny said immediately, his face pulling tight in what was probably called a grimace, but looked more like a pained expression. “Why not? He’s been gone for two weeks. After trying to destroy our workplace, I have some questions for him.” Sam glanced up at Danny as she spoke to gauge his reaction. His face did that weird ripple again, but still, he gave the same stock answer. “You know it was Plasmius who caused the damage. Phantom was trying to stop him.” “And you know this...how?” Tucker leaned against the counter in front of Danny. “You were working that night, correct?” Danny shoved himself upright with a scowl. “What is this, an interrogation? Yes I was here, no I didn’t see anything. Will you leave it alone already?” He spun the stool away from his friends and crossed his arms tight across his chest. He didn’t want to talk about Phantom because he didn’t want to tell his friends he was worried. The damn ghost had up and disappeared after the fight with Plasmius. Danny shivered at the memory of Phantom’s lips on the back of his neck, the feel of them as he mouthed a silent thank you before disappearing into the dawn. But that had been two weeks ago. Neither hide nor hair had been seen of the town protector since his explosive fight with Plasmius following their private chase. It was...frustrating. Danny itched to check up on him, to make sure he was healing correctly, to make sure he was okay, but he didn’t know where Phantom went off to in his spare time. And it’s not like they’d exchanged phone numbers… Not that Danny hadn’t been trying to track the ghost down. But it was obvious that wherever Phantom was hiding, he didn’t want to be found. Red had tried to comfort him by saying he was probably just healing up in his lair, but that didn’t make him feel any better since he couldn't actually lay eyes on the ghost himself.

Opening to unnamed part...5?? 6?? of the Perky Beans AU!

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In today's fast-paced world, a cup of coffee isn't just a beverage; it's a ritual, a necessity, and, for many, a vital fuel for productivity. For businesses, offering quality coffee isn't just a perk—it's a strategic move to enhance employee satisfaction and attract customers. But how can businesses meet the demand for consistently excellent coffee? The answer lies in investing in the right commercial coffee machine. Let's delve into the world of commercial coffee machines and explore their benefits, types, and factors when choosing one for your business.

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Let's begin with an introduction to the ECM Mechanika Max. This German-engineered espresso machine is renowned for its superior craftsmanship and attention to detail. Its high-quality build ensures durability, making it a worthwhile investment for coffee enthusiasts. With advanced brewing technology, this best at home coffee machine offers a seamless espresso extraction process, resulting in a rich and flavourful cup every time. The user-friendly interface and consistent brewing performance further contribute to its appeal.

Superior Espresso Quality

When it comes to espresso quality, the ECM Mechanika Max stands out from the crowd. Thanks to its precise temperature control, it provides optimal extraction for a perfectly balanced cup of coffee. Additionally, its pressure profiling capabilities allow for customised brewing, catering to individual preferences. By utilising commercial-grade components, this best at home coffee machine delivers professional results in the comfort of your own home. It's worth mentioning that the ECM Mechanika Max has received numerous awards and accolades for its exceptional espresso quality.

Exceptional Design and Build

Not only does the ECM Mechanika Max excel in functionality, but it also impresses with its design and build. Crafted with stainless steel, this good coffee machine for home offers durability that can withstand the test of time. The sleek and compact design ensures it will fit seamlessly into any kitchen space, adding an elegant touch to your coffee corner. The ergonomic features of the ECM Mechanika Max make it a joy to use and maintain, enhancing the overall coffee brewing experience.

User-Friendly Interface

No one wants a complicated and time-consuming coffee machine. The ECM Mechanika Max understands this, offering a user-friendly interface that even beginners can easily navigate. The intuitive controls make operation a breeze, allowing you to focus on the art of brewing. With its quick heat-up time, you won't have to wait long to savour a delightful cup of coffee. The clear display provides all the necessary information, such as shot time and temperature, ensuring you have full control over your espresso.

Longevity and Reliability

Investing in a best home coffee machine is a long-term decision, and the ECM Mechanika Max ensures longevity and reliability. Built with high-quality materials, it is designed to withstand the rigours of daily use. Users have praised its consistent performance, even after years of brewing. With countless positive customer reviews attesting to its durability and satisfaction, the ECM Mechanika Max is a trusted companion on your coffee journey.

Customer Support and Warranty

ECM takes customer support seriously, providing exceptional service to its users. Their responsive customer service team is always ready to assist with any queries or concerns. The availability of spare parts and accessories ensures that your ECM Mechanika Max will remain in top condition for years to come. Moreover, the warranty coverage offers peace of mind, ensuring your investment is protected.

Price and Value

While the ECM Mechanika Max may require a higher upfront investment, it is undoubtedly worth every penny. Its exceptional features and long-term durability make it a valuable addition to your home coffee setup. When considering the price range, it's important to compare the ECM Mechanika Max with similar models. In terms of value for money, the ECM Mechanika Max outshines its competitors, offering superior performance and reliability.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, the ECM Mechanika Max is an outstanding choice for coffee enthusiasts who crave a high-quality home espresso experience. With its superior espresso quality, exceptional design and build, user-friendly interface, longevity and reliability, excellent customer support, and warranty coverage, it ticks all the boxes for a top-notch coffee machine. Investing in the ECM Mechanika Max, best home coffee machine will undoubtedly elevate your coffee brewing journey to new heights. So why wait? Consider joining the ECM family and indulge in the ultimate home espresso experience. Cheers to great coffee!

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