Before The Coffee Gets Cold Summary Novels & Stories

Walking down the short hallway and into the kitchen, I don’t make eye contact with anyone and head straight to the coffee pot. “Misha, do you have something you want to say to your sister?” I refuse to turn around and give that immature, overgrown man-child a single ounce of my attention. Especially sense I haven’t had any coffee yet. Him suddenly sticking his fucking face in mine, while bending his body around me is going to get him hurt at this point. Why is it hard for people to remember, ‘No talkie before Coffee’. I really do need to put that on a t-shirt, a hoodie, and maybe a coffee mug.

The warmth of the coffee lingered within her, a reminder of the comfort and strength that awaited her as she navigated the challenges and joys of the day ahead. Hazel lifted the cup to her lips, savoring the warmth and richness of the coffee with each sip. The familiar bitterness danced on her tongue, a comforting contrast to the lingering haze of the hangover. As she closed her eyes and let the aroma envelop her, a sense of calm washed over her, grounding her in the present moment.

When milk is not added to the ground coffee, the coffee tastes bitter—just like my life. A few moments later, I heard someone sit down next to me. When I turned around, it wasn’t April who came but another person. He smiled when he saw me, and I smiled back. I saw the barista give him his coffee, and he drank it right away while I still had the coffee in my glass. I didn’t think so, but he was paying attention to me. “It won’t taste good if the coffee gets cold before you drink it,” he said. His voice sounded a little heavy but warm.

"I thought I'd see you here again. But you don't even want to see me anymore." *** "Why did it get cold so fast?" muttered Vivi as she lifted her glass of cold coffee. She didn't realize how long she daydreamed in her dining room chair that the coffee she had brewed with boiling water was now cold. Vivi took a sip of her coffee, but only a little, because then she pushed the glass away from her mouth, accompanied by a little cry. "This is not good. The cold coffee just leaves a bitter taste." Vivi placed the glass before her but was stunned to realize what she had just said to herself.

Melina sure was very stubborn, and I loved it that way. I realized that I still hadn't touched the cup of coffee on my desk brought by the weird maid. She was persistent about me drinking the coffee. Waving her off. I walked to the coffee table and took a cup of coffee just to see it was already cold. Freezing, actually. I realized I must have left the air conditioner on, that's why it got so cold. I couldn't drink the coffee as it was cold, and it was too late to call someone to make another for me.

His rough, warm fingers brushed against mine, and another jolt of that intoxicating electricity shot straight up my arm. ​"Drink," he ordered, his eyes tracking the shiver that wracked my body. ​"What is it?" I asked, my voice breathless. ​"Black coffee. Strong. I brewed it before my patrol." His eyes dropped to my trembling shoulders, and that muscle in his jaw ticked aggressively. "You are freezing. You need to raise your core temperature. Drink the coffee, feed the child, and put on dry clothes."

“I won’t let anything come between us. And that’s a promise.” * “I told you this would be a success.” I grab my coffee from under the register. It’s cold now, but I take a sip anyway. I can easily reheat this with magic. I duck down, popping off the lid and holding my hand over it. It heats back up in seconds.

They were in for another round of sex before Ryan got up and out of bed headed to the bathroom. On his way out, he made sure to grab the coffee, taking it back to the kitchen. "Hey, you know I love my morning coffee," Diana protested. " Yes, and I also know that you don't like cold coffee," Ryan told her over his shoulder. " You brought me cold coffee?" She asked with a raised brow. " It was steaming hot just thirty minutes ago. If you started with the breakfast and not me you'd have had your hot coffee. For now you'll have to take coffee later once it's warmed up again. I'll put it in the microwave," Ryan said with a smirk.

I’d spent a lot of time over the past few weeks thinking about the small things because if she didn't want to see me again, I wanted to make sure I would never forget. I lifted the cup of coffee up to my mouth and took a large drink of lukewarm coffee. I’d been standing on the cold balcony for so long that my coffee was in that weird, awkward stage between fresh brewed and iced. I dumped the remains of the cup into a small planter on my balcony and returned back inside.

Against the frigid weather of the night, Shantal decided to go out in search of the source of her coffee as she did not think that she could function properly the next day if she would not get her daily dose of caffeine. So it did not take that long before Shantal decided to go outside again to look for the said vending machine. However, as soon as she stepped outside, she experienced how badly the night draft was biting; it was freaking cold! Yet, it did nothing to stop her from having her drink. If anything it only made her crave more for a coffee. Likewise, the moment her eyes landed on the vending machine, the side of her lips quirked up a little bit.