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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.

Sighing she set her thoughts on Cody aside and continued on with her work. She had always dreamed of owning her own coffee and book shop and after high school she took some business courses online then bought the old book shop on the main street. After putting some work into it she was able to convert the big old used book shop into a coffee and book shop, where she had shelves of used books available in and around the front and near the back she had taken out a store room to put in the kitchen and the counter for her coffee shop. A few old comfy chairs were placed around either in pairs or alone with small coffee tables where people could sit together and chat or sit alone and read a book w

I nodded and looked up the name, once got to the checkout stand, finding it rather quickly then did the whole check out process for reserved books before putting in a bag for her. "Have a nice day. Enjoy the new book" I said smiling at her, she thanked me but was still standing here. I got more nervous the longer she stayed staring at me. "Ma'am, do you need something else? We have a coffee shop that sells delicious drinks and sweets. I always grab a few before I leave" I said which wasn't a lie. I always got at least a drink and cookie at end of my shift before cuddling in for the night in my car. I looked over at the clock and saw I still had about an hour left of my shift.

The second time, a collection of essays by a writer I’d mentioned once, in passing, weeks ago, during one of our midnight conversations in the kitchen, I started paying closer attention. By the fourth book I’d stopped pretending it was coincidence. The coffee was harder to explain away too. I’d never told anyone exactly how I liked it, not the temperature, not the exact way I let it cool slightly before drinking because I’d burned my tongue too many times as a teenager to trust anything served too hot. But it arrived that way every morning now, already cooled to precisely the point I preferred, without me ever having said a word about it to anyone in this house. “Did you say something to Hel

It was just coffee after a bookshop. That was what the micro-consistency looked like from the inside. It looked like the most ordinary Saturday afternoon. It was the most ordinary Saturday afternoon. Two people in a bookshop and then coffee. Nothing significant about any of it except that it was all significant. Every unremarkable minute of it. He was there.

He closed the book he’d been reading, placing it gently next to the cup of steaming coffee that seemed untouched. “Here, have this.” He pushed the tiny white cup with pink and gold vines decorating the exterior. I reached for the coffee, mumbling thanks to him. I needed the caffeine boost. Ethan watched me intensely as I took the first sip. Hmm, it tastes exactly like the kind I’d order. Two sugars, a small amount of milk, so the coffee didn’t taste black but at the same time not like a milky beverage. That way, I could enjoy coffee without making a face at the bitterness.

The coffee smelled amazing, and she waited for the stupid pot to finish. “Do you have a book on English history?” A older gentleman asked. “If we have one it will be in the history section, try the far-left side. Three or four sleeves down.” Majesta waved toward the section of the store. The coffee finished and she poured herself a cup and added some sugar. The first sip was to die for, and she moaned into her mug. With that, she went to the register and waited to see what sold for the day. They also took old schoolbooks to be resold. It was a nice way to help out the college students. She heard a thud and looked up to see a rather large bag of books sitting on the counter.

Is it from another window? I drink my coffee, I enjoy the big hit of the caffeine drinks. Hope it works again tonight. Oh.. Please caffeine, please make my every nerves alive, and energized, especially my eyes. I went upstair to my room. A very interesting book... Yes I need that to stay awake. Something funny.. I search the bookshelf, the only precious things that I have. My books. Comedy... Comedy.. I am busy looking for a funny book, when suddenly two big hands hugs me from my back. It gave me a shiver, the hands belong to the devil himself.

I’m just debating between these two books, ' I said pensievely. ‘Get them both, I’ll pay’ he offered. ‘Uhm, no you will not’ I sternly replied, ‘You have done more than enough for me already on this trip’. ‘Well, I’ll buy one for you then’ ‘No’. I finished simply. I decided to keep Julia Child’s Book of wisdom. I paid for my book that the clerk stamped with their signature seal. I slipped the book into a canvas bag with the store’s logo I had also purchased. I was excited to start reading my new book. Sasha led me to a café buying us each a cup of coffee and some pastries. We walked the streets for a while before heading back to our hotel in a taxi.

I grab the coffee beans and start the process of making a double mocha americano coffee. The earthy notes from the freshly ground coffee beans and the lazy undertones of caramel drifts into my nostrils and relaxes my nerves. Usually, I don’t need to drink a cup of coffee to enjoy the pleasant sensations it provides. As I whip up some cream, I start humming the song playing in the background and smile to myself. It’s a new beginning for Espresso Books. I’ve felt that way since my brother announced the previous owner sold off the building and business to some rich guy.