Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

She had given birth to a healthy baby girl. That same day, she invited me to her home. She made me a cup of coffee as a thank-you. A small gesture, but one that stuck with me. In Green City, coffee was our way of saying something deeper. Unlike England, where tea spoke of comfort and familiarity, here, coffee often meant, You matter to me. Now, here she was again. Sonya. Standing in front of me, asking to make my coffee. And suddenly her words from earlier replayed in my mind:

Not that she would not decide to use unscrupulous means if the peaceful way did not work. Cora knocked on the door and came in at her signal. "I don't need any more coffee." She spoke before the latter could bring her another cup. She was yet to finish her former cup. It had gone cold and didn't taste half as pleasant anymore. She gulped it for the caffeine and looked up at Cora. "There is mail for you." Cora brought the cream-colored envelope to her.

Celia came to her senses. Just then, Norah got up, pretending to worry about Nicole. “Stop talking if you know nothing, Nicole. They often drink coffee.” Norah was convinced that Nicole was lying. Those who knew nothing would think that what Norah said was more believable. After all, how many times did a country girl drink coffee? Right then, a magnetic voice came. “Miss Riddle is spot on. My coffee beans are indeed from Floezen Manor, and the roasting method used is indeed deep roasting. I really did not expect that Miss Riddle was so knowledgeable.”