Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

Serena would always be already there. She had ordered for both of them, which was either thoughtful or controlling and was probably both. The coffee was the kind that arrived in a small ceramic cup with a story about the altitude of its origin written on a card beside it, and it smelled extraordinary, sharp and dark with something under it like burned fruit, and Lena drank it immediately without reading the card.

I rushed to her company and gave the coffee to her assistant. Her assistant smiled when she saw me. “Mr Monroe,” “Good morning,” I said. “Morning sir, Miss Alden is not here yet sir would you like to wait?,” her assistant asked. “No. I would just like to give this to her,” I said, handing the coffee cup to her assistant. She looked at me, she nodded and smiled. “Miss Lucia like her coffee….,”’ “Cortado,” I cut her off, her assistant looked at me, in shock.

I guess if Aunt Ophelia was called 'Queen Luna ' she wouldn't sleep for a full week. "Julietta is so simple."Rosita explained."She said the title felt like a baggage." She finished smiling, she was hold6 a cup of coffee which I thought was probably Julietta's . "Do you mind a cup of coffee?"Rosita asked, raising the cup to her lips and taking a huge sip. I cocked an eyebrow and shook my head. "This is the best coffee ever. It runs in my family, we are known for producing the best ." She said, smacking her lips." With just honey ,sugar and cream , you will have a taste of bliss."

The coffee at the storytelling café was a special kind called Honey Lavender Latte. It had a sweet taste that lingered in the mouth. Zara took a sip and hesitated, "Yosef, you..." "Didn't you call me Yos?" Yosef whispered, his voice low. Zara's grip on her cup faltered, and a few drops of coffee splashed onto the table, leaving a wet trail. He had heard her slip and use that special name last night.

She was surprised at the time she wanted to take a towel from it, she found somebody had put a glass of coffee with a label on it, ‘Enjoy your warm coffee’ and a stem of red rose was laid next to it inside her locked locker. ‘What hell it is…’ she grabbed the coffee glass which felt warm when touched her fingers. It just was made and delivered for her. She smelled the coffee. ‘Nothing smells chary with this coffee…’ Elena wondered who anyone knew that she needed a coffee. She unwrapped the straw, stabbed into the coffee and sipped it. ‘Damn, they even know how exactly I need my coffee is made…a less brown sugar, white latte with warm temperature…’ Elena sighed and rubbed her head.

Dear Leo, It's been seven years since I met you in the parking lot of our high school and now I share your last name. You're at work right now so I'm writing you a letter for old times sake because it's our two year wedding anniversary today and I thought I'd bring back the thing that put us in each other's lives in the first place - letters. This time, I'm not writing to myself but instead to you because you're my rock. The funny thing to me was how I found you when I wasn't even looking.

"Cough, cough, cough..." A horribly bitter taste overwhelmed Fred's tongue as the coffee went down, nearly driving him to madness. Zuko covered his face, unable to bear witness to the scene. Unbeknownst to Fred, the coffee he had consumed was an espresso. Although he was unfamiliar with different coffee types, Zuko enjoyed the bitter taste and had ordered a double shot for himself. However, Fred unknowingly downed it in one go. "Water, water!" "Ugh..." Fred hopped around in discomfort.

There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee. On the other hand, the second set of memories belonging to Zen Taro argued with his usual preference as a chef. The third young master of the Taro family liked his coffee thick with only one sugar. In fact, there was a particular coffee that the teen enjoyed in-game when he played a coffee-making game. Cold-brew was the new trend, and that coffee contained no sugar.

“The CEO hasn't come yet. But he left some documents on your desk for you to work on. She said.” Okay, thank you.” I said as I entered my office. Of course! I have an office. “Hi, Laura. Do you mind having lunch with me during break time?” Nora asked me with expectations. “Not at all,” I answered heartily. “Hey, between tea and coffee, which one does Mr. Cole like?” I asked her. “Coffee.” She said, “Okay, umm… do you know how he likes his coffee?” I asked her. “Yes, black coffee with no milk and sugar. Just plain,” she said.