Book With Coffee Novels & Stories

Guess I’m in the dire urge to drink some coffee. I took a shower, changed into casual clothes, and walked out to the coffee shop at the time that she would be in. There she was with a book in her hand while sipping on some warm coffee. The café was empty so my eyes rested on her. Near the bookshelf viewing which book she may buy but then she flickered through the moments and had a smile resting on her face. It made her face glow and bought a little warmth to me as well. “The Deal by Elle Kennedy, eh?” I asked while approaching her taking the book out of her hand and kissing a soft gentleman on her cheeks.

After that, we went to a book cafe near by, they had a rule that you had to buy a cup of coffee to read a book and it was a good idea. I dropped my bags besides Max who was flirting with the barista who seemed to be enjoying what was going on. I walked through the store looking for one of my favorite books - Anne of the green gables. That was a book I read when I was younger and that book was one hell of a great one. "I got his number." Max came squealing. "Yeah, cool." I said while I continued to look for the book. "What?" Max asked with raised brows.

The coffee went cold while I was reading Fletcher’s text. I did not notice until I picked the mug up and the temperature was wrong against my lips and I set it back down and read the message again. “He has books on the coffee table now. Different ones every week. I don’t know what to make of it either.” I put the phone face-down on the counter. Picked it back up.

When the door closed I jumped, not sure if to go for the food or books first, a whole pile of dirty filthy books waited for me to devour. I dug into the food while a book was balanced on my other hand. The smell of a brand new book soon became my addiction, crisp pages all mine. The man came thirty minutes later to clear the trash away and I asked for coffee. He taught me how to use the machine in Slade’s office. I made myself a large cup, the best coffee I had ever tasted, even better with my book and belly full.

The smell of coffee hits me stronger as we move deeper into the bookstore, and suddenly my stomach twists. “Oh no.” Cillian’s attention snaps fully toward me instantly. “What?” “The coffee smells weird.” He stares at the cup in his hand like it personally betrayed him. “You asked for it.” “I know.” I let out, scrunching my nose. “You drank half already.” He says, looking confused between me and the coffee. “I know!” An older woman near the fiction shelves glances toward us briefly, smiling softly like she finds the interaction adorable. The realization hits me immediately. We look normal. Like a couple. Not a mafia king and emotionally unstable pregnant survivor. Just… people.

I asked, not moving my gaze off the shelf as I searched for the newly released books. “No, I don't read books, the only time I read is when checking out the paperwork at my desk.” he groaned and I nodded my head, there was no need to bring up a book conversation when he doesn't read. “Do you like ice coffee?” I asked, shoving my head into the shelf to check out some more books. “Yes, why?” he groaned, tapping his foot on the floor. “If you are a fan of ice coffee, I know some places that sell great coffee around this place.” I smiled, picking out a book from the other side of the shelf.

Not about court documents or Kristina or Clara. Just… life. He told me about a book he was reading, some nonfiction memoir he couldn’t put down. I told him about a coffee brand I had been obsessed with lately. He laughed when I described how I nearly burned down the kitchen trying to roast beans myself. We wandered into another café down the block after lunch—just because we liked the smell. The place had mismatched chairs and old jazz playing low through hidden speakers. Julian ordered us two slices of cake we didn’t need, and we shared one fork like we were teenagers again.

Where happy endings still exist. Julian's expression did not change. "Not every book has a happy ending." "No," Lena said, looking up at him. "But some do. And sometimes… it's worth reading to discover. There was something in her eyes that opened something very wide up inside his chest. He didn't like it. Didn't know it. And yet, he didn't turn around. He accompanied her back to the front counter. "Do you want a coffee while I wrap these?" Lena asked, already moving towards the little niche next to the register. There was a small French press, two chipped cups, and a pyramid of ceramic sugar bowls jammed next to jars of biscotti and handmade bookmarks.

I tilt my head on the side and put back the book with its note to the shelf. Was I too negative? I feel like I won’t see the sun sets today, the thought just cam to me and it was confusing. Losing my urge to buy a book, I just went back to the hotel, straight in the coffee shop beside the lobby. I ordered a latte and seated on a table for two. My coffee hasn’t arrive yet but someone sat down on the chair in front of me. I straightened my back and held my breath. “I know I’ll see you here.”

Abandoning the desk, I moved to the Shelves and looked through the books on them. The shelves housed not only business books but also some classic literature that I was certain Tom never read. He had probably only gotten them to make himself feel smart. I gritted my teeth in anger at the thought, picking a book to look through it. It was a good thing reading the book made one smarter rather than hoarding them, was it not? In another corner of the room, there was something like a coffee station. On a ledge of wood attached to both corners of the wall, there was an espresso machine.