Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

Just the cup placed quietly on the edge of my desk with the same purposeful efficiency he brought to everything. I stared at it. In eight months I had delivered his coffee every single morning without fail and he had never once acknowledged it beyond the slight easing around his eyes that I had learned to read as thank you. He had certainly never returned the gesture. That was not how anything worked in this office. That was not how Daniel Cole worked. "Sir?" I said. He met my eyes with that expression I could never fully decode. "Black," he said quietly. "Two sugars. Same as yours."

"Whatever you like Miss Klatt." "Then I think Clive is better. You shall call me Celeste then . Not Miss Klatt or Ms. CK." Celeste ordered. Clive nodded in agreement but cannot utter a word in astonishment to the woman in front of him. "What coffee do you like Clive?" "Thank you Miss Klatt, I mean Celeste. I prefer black coffee with low calorie sweetener, no milk. I like the bitter - sweet taste of coffee." Clive smiled back to Celeste.

For ten years, I’d been a devotee of solitude. “I’m thrilled!” I faked enthusiasm, steadying my voice. “I know what can cheer Gabe up,” one said, laughing, leaning back in his chair with a pen in hand. “Coffee.” “Coffee!” another laughed, excited. “Gabe needs coffee.” “I don’t need coffee,” I said seriously. “In fact, I haven’t had plain coffee in a while.” I admitted. “But you’ll like *this* coffee,” a third chimed in. “Because it’s served by none other than a hottie.”

Maddie blinked, and then looked at me. “It’s a metaphor,” I cut in, dragging her plate closer. Meanwhile, Claire was arguing with Raphael about the coffee machine again. “You reprogrammed it again, didn’t you?” she accused. “I just gave it options,” he said, “I upgraded it. It speaks French now.” “It exploded yesterday, Raph.” “French passion,” he shot back. “Raphael,” Claire said flatly, “If my espresso tastes flirtatious again, I swear to God—”

She tucked a strand of her golden-blonde hair behind her ear and reached for Gerald’s favorite mug—the matte black one that read Rise & Grind in bold silver letters. She hadn’t forgotten how he told her he liked his coffee. Two shots of espresso. Splash of oat milk. No sugar. Never iced—not even during a brutal California heatwave. He liked it hot and bold. Strong enough to slap him awake, he’d once joked. Anna moved with silent precision. Despite the shakiness in her core, she worked smoothly. The machine hissed as the final shot poured. She gave the mug a gentle stir, wiped the rim with a clean napkin, and placed it carefully on a polished tray.

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.

“Its so bitter! When will you realize that? And I have noticed all your colleagues drink black coffee too. Like what? Is it a lawyer thing? Or is it lawyer style for you guys? Do you guys think its cool?” I stare at Kate with gaping mouth, relief washing over myself to see her talk like her old self again. Finally. I shut my mouth before laughing slightly, Kate waiting for an answer. “Its not bitter, if you don’t think its bitter. And yes, all my colleagues drink plain coffee because it helps us concentrate. Its not a ‘Lawyer style’ or anything. And when did you notice that about my colleagues?” Kate shrugs. “I always see one in there hands. Anyways, I think its really bitter. These no swee

he placed a pack of what I knew was a hamburger and a cup of coffee in front of me. I smiled when I saw the crease on the cup of coffee. He still remembered I loved ice coffee. I reached for the cup first. "Thanks." I looked at the cup after taking my first draw to see it had writings on it. I squinted as I read the lines because they were written in tiny italics - 4 Dei D most beautiful girl I'll ever meet and know An angel that's got my heart throbbing And then there was a kiss sticker. The smile that crept on my face continued to grow wide. I was melting as I read the last part, my eyes trailing on the sticker.

“That’s the problem! I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s working. It’s getting under my skin.” “Like how?” I hesitated again, my fingers tracing the rim of my cup. “Yesterday, he sent me coffee. My favorite...hazelnut latte. He didn’t even say anything, just left it on my desk.” Meera’s smile widened. “Thoughtful. Go on.”

​Alexander paused right in front of Adrian, sipped his coffee once, and then pushed his free hand into his pocket. ​"You promised to be efficient today, Mr. Cole. What is this?" Alexander asked, gesturing toward the coffee in his hand. ​Adrian gulped, his brows furrowing in confusion. ​What does he mean? He gently pressed his hands around his cup of coffee, channeling his nervousness to his fingers. ​"It's your coffee, sir. Black coffee, no sugar, no cream—strong, bitter, and straightforward, just like you," Adrian blurted out, his voice shaking in the end as he realized what he had said.