Book With Coffee Novels & Stories

she says. Cayd looks at me. “I could do that.” “Perfect, here’s the book. Just don’t get any food on it. I can hold it for you,” she says, lifting the giant book from the chair beside her. “Are we allowed to have some coffee first, Lily?” Cayd asks her with mock sarcasm as he helps me to sit. “Right here,” she says, sliding over a carafe of coffee. “Or, I had them bring tea if you prefer, Madelyn. I wasn’t sure what you liked,” she says.

My hands were completely full with a massive stack of files, so I dropped a quick message in the team group chat: [Anyone down to pick up lunch for me? I’ll cover a coffee for your trouble.] Brandon Cole, the brand-new intern, saw it and immediately chimed in to offer a hand. When he handed me the takeout container, he casually let out a heavy sigh and looked down at his phone. "Man, I was just scrolling Instagram and saw Starbucks came out with this new iced strawberry lemonade. It’s like six bucks, but I’ve never tried it." My finger froze over the ordering app on my screen. My entire lunch, including the delivery fee, was about eleven dollars. Still, looking at the eager, expectant p

I nodded mindlessly and gently held her hand as I made my way into the café, keeping her close to me to prevent anyone from bumping into her. A beautiful smile spread across her lips when I opened the front door of the café, revealing the interior of a little shop that was lined with shelves of books all the way from the ground to the ceiling along every inch of the wall. She gleefully clapped her hands together as she took in the sight of all the comfy chairs and intricate stands containing tea-time snacks.

Alisha pov : Sitting at the balcony of my apartment, holding a coffee cup in my right hand, and holding a book in my left hand, sipping the coffee while giving a brief glances to the light sprinkling rain with a cooler breezy wind making me cool from outside but this coffee making my insides feeling hot.

She ended up getting him a nice vintage shirt later on but it wasn't as expensive as the complete set of jewelry he he'd gotten her. Rose took her purse and made made her way out of the room. She locked the door, because she and Tiffany both had keys to their dorm room. She greeted and chatted with a couple of friends then made her way to a coffee shop to get breakfast. She went to the biggest coffee shop in town. She could see the cheerful and brilliant lighting of the shop as she walked across the vast parking lot. There were tables outside the shop each with a brown vintage style umbrella. This particular coffee shop is not a cafe, it was a coffee shop literally. They sold the finest coff

The door opened with a swipe of the card. Perfect for a maximum of five people and there was a diffuser in the middle of the coffee table. Behind the couches that faced each other, a shelf with a few books was placed. Brye entered after closing the door, immediately slumping down the couch with a sigh. “Do you want some coffee?” he muttered while opening the book and looking up at me. I looked at him before sitting down in front of him. I shook my head before sitting down at the other end of the couch he was sitting on.

The replies were never ending, harsh and a constant reminder that I really did not know much about this job world. The coffee shop I stepped into to grab a coffee though was homey and unlike other coffee shops, this was a library of some sorts. The books were packed high in tall shelf's that stretched to the back and the front has small rows of tables and chairs with a few people sitting and reading while munching on sweet smelling croissants and coffee. What was this magical world I had stepped into? " Um, I'm right here, may I help you?" The man I had not seen behind the counter said.

I noticed I’d done it and told myself it was just a funny picture and moved on. He started bringing things when he came over. Good coffee, not the gas station kind he usually grabbed on his way somewhere, but the actual stuff from the place on Dearborn that has a line out the door on weekends. Once he brought a book, held it out when I opened the door, and said, “You’ll like this,” with the confidence of someone who had already decided. I read it in three days. That’s not something I do. I’m a slow reader by choice, I like sitting with books, and I burned through this one like I was trying to finish it before I could think about why I was rushing.

he had decided to give her a book, sure that she would appreciate it, but then, the smell of the just-grounded fresh coffee hit him, and was too inviting to let it pass. At least that he knew, she liked coffee. “I’ll be at her house, so I can find out what she likes, and next time I can get her the book,” he thought smiling. “Hopefully there’s a next time.” And so, he got into the gourmet, very fancy and expensive store and got the best coffee that he could find, a filipino variety that happened to be his favorite, and that was a good way to tell her about himself too. “Not bad! Not bad!” He cheered himself up.

The rich smell of coffee wafted in the air and mingled with the scent of books and paper as the ever-capable John brought the warm beverage into the study. He had included sugar as well as milk on the tray, in case any of them felt up to it. “Thanks man, you’re a lifesaver,” said Nico as he gestured to the butler to lay the tray down on one of the tables that didn’t have their computers. He then turned to Ben, who was already dozing off on the papers, and called out to him. “Hey Ben, coffee’s here!”