Cannon Mine Coffee Novels & Stories

I demand when he steps into the elevator before the door could close. "I changed my mind." He shrugs, pocketing his hands as he leans on the wall opposite mine. "Whatever, just don't talk to me." I warn, resuming back to sipping on my carajillo. Of all shades of coffee, carajillo is the craziest; the shit tastes so divine, and I can't help wondering who sat down and thought of mixing coffee with alcohol, while Isaac Newton was busy staring at his father's apple tree. Who needs gravity when you can get high on coffee?

It's supposed to feel like a medieval tavern. "This placed looked a whole lot cooler online," I laugh. "Well, what do you want to drink?" Selah asks. I look at the Knight Shaped coffee menu. Is this a teen Chuckie Cheese? "I'll have the black plague," I burst out laughing. Even their menu has medieval-themed names on it, like the Mutton Muffin. "Promise me we will never come in here again," I laugh. "Sure thing. This is bad. The black plague tastes rather good," Selah says.

I frowned as I brushed off the bad thoughts, I turned to Bella Gardener. “Did you have a fight with Terrence? He doesn’t usually leave you like that,” she said fast. “I only had a small problem yet, I’ve solved it well.” “Is that true? Then let’s have a chat in the backyard?” Bella Gardener made an offer. I nodded and agreed because in the backyard there is a beautiful bamboo pond. I nodded and followed Bella as I sipped the americano from my cup. Americano does have a thicker taste than regular coffee. And it seems this coffee is very good for business people who are under stress.

He sat on the sofa with his head bowed, pulling out his phone to send a message to Andy. "Jack, please purchase a cup of coffee and a cake from the nearest store and ensure they are impeccably prepared. Make it quick!" Milky Cafe, renowned as the most upscale café in the city, boasted a single cup of coffee priced at over 200 dollars, surpassing even the luxury of Starbucks. Jack was taken aback upon receiving the message. "h*ly, Mr. Dickson sent me a message, and it's handwritten!" John, hearing the commotion, hurried over to inquire. "What's going on? What did Mr. Dickson instruct?"

"Beef Stroganoff. Heavy on the sodium, light on the hope." "Thank you, Mr. Carter," Dad said, his voice thick. "And for the Boss," Ben rolled the cart to me. He didn't give me a plate. He handed me a large, black mug. "Double espresso. Columbian blend. I found a vacuum-sealed bag in the pilot’s stash. I figured you needed the caffeine more than the calories." I took the mug. The heat radiated into my right hand—my human hand. "Thanks, Ben," I murmured. "Put it on my tab."

The windows had handwritten specials on them. “This is it,” he said. “Best coffee in town. The owner knows my order by heart.” We walked in. The bell above the door jingled. The woman behind the counter looked up. Smiled when she saw Cain. “Cain. Haven’t seen you in weeks. The usual?” He nodded. “And whatever she wants.” I ordered a decaf tea. The woman raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. She handed us the drinks. “You look happy, Cain. About time.”

Raleigh's Pov A New Name, In A New City The doorbell hanging just above the quiet café jingled as I pulled it open. A warm scent of coffee welcomed me immediately I stepped a foot into the room. It was indeed quiet and quaint with no curious eyes watching by the corners. It was exactly what I needed at the moment. “You are welcome to Cocoa and Canvas,” the barista had said but with a well rehearsed smile. On her wrist lay boldly a crescent moon tattoo, all colored green. “Searching for a reserved caffeine or ready to explore your creativity?”

“Cinnamon and lemon really goes well with black tea.: He smiled and put the lid on the cinnamon back. “Yeah…” I just agreed to whatever he said and began to eat. I didn’t talk for the whole mealtime and just listened to what Natalie and Ben were talking about. From Natalie’s new found hobbies to Ben’s career, they talked for most of the time whilst I finish my sweet treat. Our break time went on like that as time flew by fast. After our break, we went out the café to go back to our post in the booth. Natalie insisted on sending Ben off and told me to go back first.

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

The attendant, a clean-cut, nice-looking man, moved towards him and bent down to take his order, his soft deodorant enchanting those around him. “Good morning, sir. What would you like to order this morning?” “I will like to order coffee. Which variants do you have?” “Anyone you like to order, sir, we have cappuccino, latte, and espresso, and we can even concoct any type you want, and oh, there’s instant coffee too,” teasing Cameron. “I will like the cappuccino, cream, and two sugars. Make it steaming hot.” "Yes, sir, coming right up,” he answered, noting some things in the little notepad he was holding.