Before The Coffee Gets Cold Summary Novels & Stories

She asks as she walks out, muttering what a dumbass I was. I take a big drink of the black coffee she placed on the tub's edge, feeling the cold water sobering me up. My clothes felt heavy against my body as I tried to move my limbs to sit up further in the tub. The bitterness of the coffee hit my tongue first, and it suited the mood I was currently in. The coffee was helping to warm my inside as my outside continued to freeze from being cold.

Till they see the work we put in to get to where we are, and also maintain it. Coffee. I stand, stretch, and cross to the small counter by the window. The pot is cold; I reheat it in the microwave, watch the dark liquid swirl like storm water. Bitter, burnt, perfect. The first swallow scalds my tongue and jolts a little clarity into the haze.

- I thought back to the morning before I left and remembered everything I could about that cup of coffee that I was savoring before heading out. I had stood in the kitchen at my parents' house, staring out at the tinge of twilight as it fought to chase the night from the sky with its purple hue. I could feel the fear, excitement, and nerves threatening to tilt my stomach to the point that I was going to lose what little coffee I had in it. -Think of the coffee. Push those feelings aside and just focus on the drink. - Nerrian instructed.

So as soon as she returned to her workstation, she was immediately swamped with tasks. There was a pile of tasks waiting for her to handle. It wasn't until noon that Kennedy finally had a moment to pause. During that time, Ashley came in several times to bring her water. At first, she brought her coffee, but Kennedy, in the midst of her busy work, picked up the cup and took a sip. The bitter taste overwhelmed her mouth, and she suddenly remembered something. She put down the cup and didn’t drink anymore. When Ashley came in again, she noticed that the coffee hadn’t been touched and had already gone cold in the cold weather.

Rosalie's POV The coffee was cold. I didn't notice until I took a sip and felt the temperature. By then, I'd spent so much time thinking about what he'd told me that the cold coffee was nothing more than an insignificant detail in a room filled with things that mattered far more.

“You should probably drink coffee before getting hypothermia.” Darius looked at her for another second before nodding once. “Yes,” he said quietly. “Probably.” The kitchen felt warmer than the hallway. This was ridiculous, considering nothing had actually happened. Elara moved toward the coffee machine with significantly more focus than necessary while Darius hung his coat over the back of a chair. Neither of them spoke for a minute. The silence had changed now, and Darius broke it first. “You didn’t sleep well.” Elara stared at the coffee machine. “That feels invasive after almost causing a cardiovascular event in the hallway.”