Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

Jerald said so politely. "What kind of coffee, ladies?” Dennis asked and they looked at him confused. “Coffee?” Ashley answered unsure of herself. “Yes coffee. But what kind?” Dennis asked. "Strong coffee?” Hellen answered and Dennis nodded and roamed to the kitchen. “Make me an Irish Coffee!” Jerald yelled and turned to the ladies. “Sorry about the noise Ladies… just worried about Jennifer…” Jerald said honestly. Dennis got back and handed the cups of coffee to the ladies and Jerald.

She smiled as she lifted the first cup and read the writing on the side. She handed it to Rafael. His hand accepted the cup without looking at the label. Something small shifted inside my chest. Not pain. I was too grown, too successful, and too expensive to be hurt by a coffee order. It was only an observation. Nothing more. Noelle knew. Double espresso. No sugar. The same preference as five years ago. The order I used to make without asking, even when Rafael said he didn’t want anything. The order I brought to his desk when he had worked through lunch and pretended his body ran on corporate acquisitions alone.

"Mike, bring us some coffee. The caramel latte with extra foam and a dash of cinnamon for Miss Hale." "The exact same as always," Mike said, already turning to leave. Vanessa's smile softened into something almost genuine. "You remember exactly how I take my coffee. After all these years." "Some things you don't forget." "Like us?" "Like coffee orders." She laughed—a light, practiced sound—and reached for the food flask she had brought with her. It was a sleek, expensive thing, stainless steel with a bamboo lid, the kind sold in boutique kitchen stores for absurd prices.

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.

Julissa let out a quiet breath of relief. The room was filled with the rich aroma of coffee. She gazed eagerly at the cup, wanting to taste it. "I usually don’t like sugar or milk in my coffee. This is the amount for a ‘golden cup.’ Just make it like this next time," Scott said. Julissa blinked in confusion. "What’s a golden cup?" "It’s the ideal ratio of coffee grounds to water, 1:16," he replied, placing the cup in front of her. "Take a sip and remember the taste."

He proceeded to drink his coffee while Howard handed Jared and Luther the documents. Luther was just about to continue discussing business when Jared unexpectedly said, "The cup of coffee I have doesn't taste very good, Mr. Hover. Can I request a cup of the coffee you're drinking instead?" Luther stared at him in confusion. Jared had clearly never even touched his cup. More importantly, how could he make such an unreasonable request? Samuel slowly looked up, set down his coffee cup, and replied with a smile, "Hover Group always uses the best Blue Mountain No. 1 coffee beans when entertaining guests, Mr. Ford."

Those were the ones I got from France during my travel and I gifted them to their family, ever since they put them in the same place. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” Chelsea stood next to me carrying my coffee. I look at the painting before responding to her, “It sure does” “Here” she handed me the coffee and when I took it from her, our hands touched. It feels nice. I already miss the feeling of her touch. “Thank you” I took a sip of the coffee and I it’s a little too sweet, “hmm this is sweet” “Don’t you like sweet?” she asked.

I gave them a reassuring smile and sat back with Jackson’s arm around my shoulders. They asked if they could have little while to talk it out amongst themselves, which I thought was a good sign. So, Colette led us to a coffee shop that was a two-minute walk from the building. She assured us that everything was on the house today, making sure that the baristas heard. They just nodded their heads in understanding. My eyes greedily took in all of the specialty names. It all sounded so good, but one of them caught my attention. “I’ll take a large Spiced Vanilla Chai with nutmeg drizzle please.”

The bank statements sometimes worked better than the holy book in giving peace of mind. Our discussions usually took place in the evenings, in the modest confines of our small balcony, over cups of coffee. This wasn't just any coffee, but a special blend from the Babels, with a richness and depth that Earth's varieties couldn't match, despite its hefty price tag. It had quickly become our shared indulgence, a small luxury in our hectic lives. Tonight, as we sat sipping our coffee, Alex broke the silence. “I have something I want to tell you,” he said, his gaze fixed on mine.

They're both sleepy, but even if they close their eyes, they can't sleep because their thoughts have been bothering them. "Let's eat, and I'll brew some coffee because you two look like you haven't slept at all," Lilith said as soon as she finished cooking. She also began serving the food she cooked at the dinner table. Tio and Cloe nodded once more as the three of them began eating quietly. "This coffee seems familiar, Lady Lilith," Cloe said abruptly after tasting the coffee Lilith had brewed. "It's espresso, and Carla gave it to me," Lilith replied, smiling.