Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

Despite her escape attempt her voice and movements were as steady as ever. She tried scrutinizing her reaction while stirring the contents of the little coffee pot on the stove. She wasn’t sure why his hidden caresses made her so uncomfortable. They had done much more intimate things, but that touch was out in the open, visible to other’s eyes and too intimate. Both Ellen and Arsen knew about their arrangement though. She returned with small espresso-sized cups filled with thick black coffee with brown froth on top. “We call this froth “love”,” Ellen explained smiling at Arsen. “If the person making coffee made it with love every cup has these bubbles on top. Thank you for loving us, Ada,” s

"I'll take one of these and a drip coffee, no cream." `After collecting our coffees, I went back to our rooms. Caden was still shoring lightly. I took the little baggy of off-white powder that Lorenzo had had delivered the day before. I dumped all the contents into his coffee. I'd been warned it was a little bitter, so I hoped the Mocha covered it up. After mixing it all in, I replaced the lid and made my way over to Caden. "Caden," I said softly, shaking his shoulder lightly." Caden."

Chastity smiled shyly at him. “I will. On one condition.” Colby said. “What condition?” Chastity asked sadly. “Tell me how the hell you make your coffee so good. Every other coffee tastes like shit compared to yours.” Colby grumbled. “Really?” Chastity laughed. “Hell yes! The only good coffee is yours. All the rest is crap.” “Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.”

She skimmed it quickly. "Ding." Another email. Probably meeting docs, she figured. But the second she clicked it open, her eyebrows lifted in visible disbelief. Email subject: [Alpha's Personal Preferences Guide.] What the actual hell? She opened the cursed file. The level of detail? Straight-up insane. First cup of coffee: Ethiopian Geisha, natural process, exactly 20g, water at precisely 92°C. After naps? Japanese gyokuro made with 70°C water. Working past midnight? Sparkling water, exactly three ice cubes.

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

But three weeks later the brochure had appeared in the rack. Elijah poured two coffees and put one on Alexander's side of the island and thought: you're not as subtle as you think you are. And also: but you're not wrong. He picked up the FT, turned past the front section to the analysis pages, and when Alexander appeared with one cuff still undone — he always came out with one cuff undone, some private protest against the efficiency of his own morning — he slid the coffee across the island without comment. Alexander sat. He fastened his cuff. He picked up the coffee.

He put the kettle on. When Elian came back, Dante had made actual coffee — the real kind, from a French press he kept here along with a sealed bag of grounds that were probably past their best but were better than powder. Elian sat down at the table, saw the coffee, and his expression did something complicated and briefly unguarded. "You made real coffee," he said. "You seemed like someone who would notice the difference." "I absolutely notice the difference." He wrapped his hands around the cup and looked at Dante over the rim. "You're not what I expected."

he said "interesting and nice name" meanwhile dimple girl entered inside and gave cups to me I took one sip she brought some other coffee instead of black coffee if it is someone I might have killed but why I'm not getting angry on her alex looked at me I asked "what coffee is this" she replied "latte cappuccino sir" I said "nice" she smiled alex shocked I gave her files and said "arrange all my meeting schedules and look after these files if you have any doubt ask me"

Like boss like butler, said Jeanne to herself. At the cafe, the three enjoyed having coffee while Harry was not around for quite some time, executing his boss' order. Ma always orders Caffe Latte which is a mixture of espresso and steamed milk sweet while she ordered Jeanne a very opposite taste from hers, Cappuccino which boasts a much stronger espresso flavor. Although they have different tastes in food, they both knew what to order for each other very well. “Oh my God, that's so funny!” Aaron said while wiping tears that came out of his eyes because he was laughing his throat out. Ma was conveying her old, lame jokes and that made her and Aaron laugh hysterically. Jeanne was just so used

“God, that’s awful.” Silas laughed. “It’s Folgers from 1994. I think.” He gazed at his own mug. “I think they stopped buying fresh coffee then. You know the school won’t even buy us creamer because it’s a ‘luxury.’” Kat rolled her eyes. Right then, the teacher who’d jammed the copier managed to pull the offending paper and get the copier going again. The second the teacher finished, Kat practically wrapped herself around the copier: mine, don’t touch!