Coffee Letters Novels & Stories

“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.”

"It's a date." "It's a family dinner." "Same thing." "It's absolutely not the same thing." "Agree to disagree," he said, and stole one of her grapes before she could stop him. --- Wednesday morning, there was a coffee cup waiting at her locker. Oat milk latte, still warm, with her name written on the side in Cole's unmistakable handwriting. She picked it up, turned it over. There was a note on the back: *For dealing with Derek. And for being you. — CW*

Tiffany kept her head down, clutching the tray of coffees like a holy relic. "Delivery for the penthouse suite," Tiffany said, pitching her voice an octave lower as she reached the security desk. The guard didn't even look up from his monitor. "Name?" "Uh, Ravencourt. It’s a standing order." The guard paused, his brow furrowing. "Mr. Ravencourt doesn't drink iced lattes. He drinks black coffee. Hot, from a specific bean in Ethiopia that costs more than my car." Tiffany didn't miss a beat. "It’s for the guests. Big meeting. You want to be the guy who makes the board of directors wait for their caffeine fix?"

Yesterday’s gift was a pair of Snoozie slippers that had a cartoon version of Alfredo on them. Today’s gift was a monstrous black Yeti with the phrase, “Less talkie while I drink my coffee. Thanks a latte.” I almost choked on my coffee at the time from laughing at the cup. After not being able to see Kade at the office I finally decided it was time to stop with my procrastinating bullshit and text him. ME: Are you home?

Placing the cup in front of Caruso, she smiled proudly and announced, “Freshly brewed coffee made by me for you, sir.” Her desperation was laughable, cartoonish even. “Thank you, Willow,” Caruso replied, his grey eyes speckled with mild surprise, as he closed the mug. Had they forgotten that we were in a meeting, and not some gifting party? “You are welcome, sir,” She replied, then held out a small sachet, “Organic sweetener made by me in case you don’t want dark coffee.” “I will pass on that.” Willow replied, to which Gwen nodded.

I grew more interested in reading what was inside that plain white envelope rather than to write a response for not being able to attend the wedding of that family. Using my letter knife, I scraped off the wax stamp and opened the envelope. Inside was a single paper, but the paper was somehow unique--- it smelt like coffee and it is addicting. I did not read the letter right away as I was still enchanted by the heavenly smell of coffee that was in the paper. Maybe the paper was soaked in coffee and then used to this? How did they even think of that? Getting enough of the smell of coffee, I fully opened the paper and read what was inside. Dear Duchess Fortess,

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?"