Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

“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!

"Today, we find out who really knows their partner, and who is just faking it for the followers!" The audience cheered. "First question!" Mira announced. "For the men. Write down your answer on the whiteboard." She paused for dramatic effect. "What is your partner's coffee order?" Elion relaxed. Easy. He wrote: Black. Sometimes green tea if he's stressed. He looked at Cale. Cale was writing quickly. "Reveal!" Mira shouted. Elion turned his board. Black. Cale turned his board. Two sugars. Oat milk.

The music from earlier still played in my head; we hummed quietly, bumping shoulders, until we reached the coffee aisle. I stopped dead, my breath catching in my throat. One box, matte brown with elegant gold lettering, sat prominently displayed on the premium shelf, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights. "Coffee Rossi". My stomach dropped like a stone, a sudden wave of nausea washing over me. Olga followed my gaze. “Yeah, that shit’s expensive as hell. Imported from London, I think. Only rich people buy it. There’s one over a thousand euros — insane.”

She glanced at Alexander, who sat beside her with a relaxed posture, though his eyes keenly scanned the room. Maria returned a few minutes later, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of coffee and a small plate of pastries. She set it on the table and nudged one cup toward Cassandra. “Please, have some,” Maria said with a faint smile. “It’s my special blend. I’m sure you’ll like it.” Cassandra reached for the cup hesitantly. The coffee’s rich aroma was laced with something else—something that made her brow furrow. Almond. There was a distinct almond scent to the coffee. Her instincts immediately sounded an alarm.

Don had been in the zone that his cooking produced — the focused, un-rushed quality that Ernest had learned to recognize as a form of meditation. He set a cup of coffee on the desk corner. The gesture was so familiar now that Ernest did not need to thank him. The coffee appeared at mid-morning on January Tuesdays and the appearance was a form of communication that required no response beyond acknowledgment. Don had learned, over the six years, exactly when Ernest needed the coffee — not at a fixed time but at the moment when the concentration had begun to flag and the next cup would restore rather than interrupt. The precision of this was a form of attention. "What are you writing," he said.

It seemed like they're gone for a while. "Please sit. I have time this morning," Ann replied with a polite smile. "Thank you. I have coffee for you. Do you like mocha cappuccino?" Merry asked as she took one of the coffee cups and handed it to Ann. Meanwhile, she purposely took another cup of coffee for herself. "What's the other drink of your choice, do you have it in your hand?" asked Ann. "This? Oh, this is a coco chip latte," said Merry, sounding a little surprised and hesitant.

At the fourth line, the vowels marked with their pitch numbers, the consonants with their pressure dots. "Again," I said. Kael appeared at my shoulder with a cup of actual coffee, Jax's blend, the smell of it so specifically ordinary that it did something useful to my frustration. I took it without looking up. His hand brushed mine in the transfer. Neither of us commented.

He did the exact opposite because he thought that Pretty Lady must love sweet things! Without a word, Lil Michael scooped huge spoonfuls of sugar into the coffee until it was about to spill over from the cup before he stopped and looked satisfied. ‘Pretty Lady must be able to feel my love for her!’ Eric raised his eyebrows and smiled at him but did not stop it. He reached out and slowly sipped his bitter coffee. ‘How aromatic!’ Lil Michael jumped off the chair and carefully carried the sweet coffee to Nicole. “Pretty Lady! I made this coffee especially for you. You’re the only one in the world that gets to taste this...”

CHAPTER 174 Nicholas and Noel sat in a coffee shop called Fast Coffee. It was a kind of mid-to-high-end shop, which served coffee as their main menu. The two men sat across from each other. Accompanied by a hot americano and macchiatto, Nicholas and Noel sat down to rest their minds.

She gave me a sweet smile as I placed the envelopes on the counter. “Ah, I see another shipment of Cassidy-Ann originals,” she said with a light chuckle. “How can you tell?” I teased. Scanned each envelope into her system and then sent them away to be shipped. “Thank you so much,” I said before leaving. The next stop was the coffee shop, which wasn’t too far from the coffee shop.