Cheezborger X Cofi Novels & Stories

I returned with a half-smile, “Nice to meet you, Corby. Make yourself at home.” “Wow Fen, look at you go, having your first friend since we moved here,” he sounded like a soccer mom as he surfaced with drinks in hand. “Yay, the power of friendship saves the day! How thrilling,” I sarcastically replied. He brushed my comment aside, “Here’s our coffee. I put in something special for this rare occasion,” dad placed our white mugs on the table. “Mmm, hazelnut. How did you know it’s my favorite?” Corby took a whiff.

��𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 180 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘔𝘦. 𝘛𝘩�

As soon as we took our seat in a cozy but simple, semi-circle couch that could fit four, Robbie said chuckling, "I thought you would like this place. You have always been fond of a homely, cozy environment." I smiled happily, "I like the simple designs and homely feel of this place. It is very comforting." "I know. They make one of the best cold coffees, Heaven Cream Cuppa. You must try it. It is the best in the entire city," Robbie said enthusiastically, "If you say so," I laughed.

She gently took Carter's coffee and placed it beside her own, pointing to the black coffee and labelling it 'Arte', while labelling the mocha 'Apollo'. "They're both coffee. They do the same thing, but their flavours and processes are different, perhaps even the speed at which they work and the strength. If Arte is the darkest of voids, Apollo is the most radiant of lights. Arte absorbs all, Apollo pours in. Imagine them like a yin and yang," Khione smiled. Carter nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted in deep thought.