Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

] I loved drinking coffee, which was something Jessica knew all too well. Seeing Selena's message gave me a little jolt of excitement, so I replied: [Do you get coffee beans from your company every year?] Selena responded instantly: [Yep! I save them all up. I'm not really a coffee drinker, but it's good stuff. Want me to bring it to you from now on?] Selena and Jessica worked at the same company, where they received coffee beans every year. Jessica knew how much I loved coffee, yet she had never brought me any—not once in five years.

It was clear that Wendy didn't want me involved in their work. "Nothing, let's continue. Let's not use this," she replied to Wendy, referring to the lines that came from me. I just shook my head and sipped my coffee. I checked the container to see the flavor, and it was just perfect. It was a blend you wouldn't find in a coffee shop. 'I made this for you.' That was written on the cup itself. It was small, so it wasn't too obvious. I looked at Grantt, and our eyes briefly met. I grabbed my phone and sent him a message.

"Feel free to go stand in the line at that cart for two hours. Maybe the child is also a caffeine addict, and you'll find him there." Keven mumbled under his breath about spoiled nephews and their overindulgent papas as he dragged himself over the respectably long coffee line. As if it were Alec's fault that Amelia had sent him out the door with a mug of coffee which may have been on the list of top ten most expensive coffees in the world and which had been brewed by a barista that held the title of World Champion. Oh, and he had had the barista add just enough of the coffee to not affect the taste but to still enough to deter Keven from sampling any. Though when Alec had courteously offered

Then, my brows crease as I savor its taste in my tongue. “Dear, what kind of coffee is this?” I ask. Her reply is instant. “Why? Don’t you like it?” “It’s not that I don’t like it. But it tastes bitter like there are lots of herbs.” She chuckles. “Yes. I choose the ones with herbs because they’re healthier.” “So, I’ll expect that next to this is corn coffee or herbal teas.” Ella laughs and her eyes move seductively to my lap. At her gaze, my shaft also twitches, poking behind my workout shorts.

I didn't want her to notice that she was bugging me by just asking me that question so I politely responded. “It's a mocha green latte. With extra foam.” She visibly cringed and I rolled my eyes internally. I should have just kept the name to myself. “What's the extra foam supposed to do? Make it any less bitter?” “It's not bitter. It's healthy,” I insisted, hoping that she sensed the finality in my tone but apparently, she did not because she continued anyway. “Who wants to drink a green coffee? It's like they blended grass, put it in a cup, added some milk and served it to you.”

What a surprise. “ Mommy? Maria is open “ mouthed. At the same time, he expects some kind of response from his mother. I take slow sips of coffee; It is delicious, perhaps lighter than I normally like, but has a slight brownish touch. This is better than watching a kingpin movie. Bullets are cool and bold words. And the only one with the rifle is Ina. “ You're the most prodigal woman I know, ”Virginia replies and takes another sip of her coffee from a very colorful white mug with a red heart design on it and handles with tiny hearts.

“Please wrap them up.” The salesgirl smiled as she packed the box. “Is it a gift for your girlfriend?” Mike let out a soft laugh. “For someone very important.” Until Miranda agreed to date him, he wasn’t about to put a label on her in public and risk causing trouble for her. * Later that afternoon, Coco brought a beautifully boxed coffee mug to Miranda’s desk. “Miranda, just a little birthday gift. I hope you like it.” Miranda often drank coffee during long work hours, and the break room had a machine, so a nice mug was practical. She smiled. “Thank you.”

He immediately looked away, jaw tight, but when my phone vibrated under the table, it was a message from him. You will kill me with that dress one of these days. I almost laughed out loud. The gifting started quietly. The first was coffee. But not office coffee. My favorite hazelnut latte from that place I once mentioned in passing days ago. Delivered to my desk with my name handwritten on the cup. Tom came over to say hi, then he saw the coffee and said, “Aria, your man did this?” I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. “Please, it’s just coffee.”

PRESENT DAY... As agreed upon the night before, Mia was the one to provide the coffee. She carefully selected the beans from her favorite local roastery, ensuring they were fresh and aromatic. The rich scent filled her kitchen as she ground them, heightening her anticipation for the morning ahead. It wasn’t just about the coffee—it was about the quiet significance of the gesture. She wanted the first thing Erik tasted that morning to be something she had chosen, something that carried a part of her. As she poured the dark liquid into a thermos, she imagined his reaction—the way his lips would curve into that familiar, thoughtful smile, the same one that had always made her heart stutter, eve

Somehow, the smell of freshly brewed coffee made me more suspicious than comforted these days. Especially when it came wrapped in Jeff’s handwriting. “Thought you could use a pick-me-up. —J.” It wasn’t the first time. In fact, it was the fourth morning in a row that a perfectly warm cappuccino—made exactly how I liked it, just shy of scalding and with extra cinnamon—had been waiting on my desk by the time I got in. And today, there was a twist.