Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

Then, with a final lingering glance, he stood up and left the room. Three hours flew by in a sleepy haze before Gina finally woke up. She stretched, her hand reaching for the warmth of Ralph's side of the bed, but found only cool sheets. A pang of loneliness hit her, but then, her eyes caught with a mug of coffee sitting on the nightstand, beside a small envelope. A smile lit up her face, chasing away the worry. ralph's coffee usually tasted like burnt socks dipped inn bitterness, but this coffee, though lukewarm, smelled different. vanilla and cinnamon danced in the air, making her mouth water, hesitantly, she sipped. her eyes widened in shock when she found out that the coffee was smoot,

“Good thing I got a large.” I nodded as I continued drinking, not wanting to let go of the lid. But the coffee burned my throat. So I slowed down in order to savor the taste a bit. “What’d you say was in this again?” Rae smiled. “Regular caffeinated coffee with a shot of rosewater and two pumps of caramel.” I grinned. “Damn, that’s good.” “There’s this cute little coffee shop not too far up the road. I got Michael to drive me up there.”

He wore a blue-striped suit and a red tie over his white shirt. There were many beautiful gift boxes on the coffee table in front of him, including imported coffee and rare tonics. All of the gifts were high quality. Howard took a sip from his cup and praised, "Bennet, this Colombia Gold Coffee you gave us is truly delicious. It's fragrant and mellow. It suits my taste very well.

Large I grabbed mine too and told everyone grab something if they wanted it. Large white chocolate hazelnut iced coffee with light ice and topped with whipped cream. Then I told everyone else to grab something if they wanted it. “Thank you,” she said reaching for it. I slid it away from her because it was not just that easy. She should know me better than that. “What are our new elite members going to think about you seeing how you hold your own mate’s coffee for ransom?” she asked, tilting her head. Her eyes flicked from me to the coffee and back.

I looked at Jade smiling brightly at Cleo and realized in time, we may have exactly what they have together, maybe something even better. “Elliott, this coffee is FANTASTIC!” Jade declared after taking a timid sip while Cleo chatted her ear off as we walked through the main entrance to the mall. “Oh, Elliott ordered his basic bitch coffee for you?” Cameron winked at me and I slapped him upside the head. “What a manly hit from someone who actually ordered a pumpkin spice latte a few weeks ago.” “I’m sorry I don’t drink gross bean water like you two! Who orders black coffee from Starbucks?!”

I mumbled, as he nodded. "You should take it before it gets cold." He ordered. "Why should I? Is there something in it?" I buzzed suspiciously. "Stop being so paranoid, and take the coffee, Ellen." "And I asked you Cole, why should I?" "Why shouldn't you, Ellen? Or, are you afraid that I could do something to you, and no one would even notice you were gone?" "What did you put in the coffee, Cole?" "Darling, are you allergic to cream?"

and “Let me know if you need support on this.” And I appreciated it. I did. **** It started with coffee. Again. I came in that morning to find a cup already on my desk. Not the machine-brewed stuff in the break room, this was the good kind. Artisan. With a tiny caramel swirl in the foam and my name, Camilla, scribbled on the cup in handwriting that looked suspiciously deliberate. I blinked down at it like it might explode. I hadn’t even taken off my coat yet. Alex’s office door was slightly ajar. I poked my head in.

"I didn't know we were friends." "We became friends the first day I tasted your coffee." He's already at the machine, making a fresh cup. "You make it exactly the way my grandmother used to. Two sugars, splash of cream, cinnamon on top. Most people think cinnamon in coffee is weird, but Nana always said it was the secret ingredient to a good day." I watch him make coffee, and something warm unfold in my chest. It's such a small thing, someone noticing how I make coffee, someone comparing me to their grandmother in a way that's clearly affectionate.

Geoff said, grinning ear to ear. They walked on, passing a coffee shop where people sat tapping away at laptops. Geoff nudged him inside, steering him toward the counter. “Choose whatever you like,” Geoff said. Keenan scanned the glowing menu board, his lips moving as he tried to piece together the names. “Caramel… macchiato… latte. These are spells.” “They’re just coffee drinks,” Geoff said, amused. The barista looked up expectantly. Keenan straightened, gripping his pride like a sword. “I will have… your strongest potion.”