Coffee Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

I sit up and take a small sip of the black tar. "I prefer moonshine," I say as the liquid burns my tongue. He sits down and clasps his mug between his hands. We remain quiet as we absorb the coffee into our bloodstream. "Do you like sex?" Honey finally asks. I spew my coffee. "What kind of question is that?" I demand.

Daniel bumps my shoulder. ‘Just how beautiful it is here” I smile at him. “It is pretty, but you’re the beautiful one” He gives me a cheesy smile. The line was cringey, but cute. Okay, maybe a little more cringey than cute. “Oh my gosh” I laugh. “That was bad, wasn’t it” He throws his arm around my shoulder, chuckling. “A little” I shake my head. “Can we get some coffee? My treat” I point at a little cafe Ahead.

Daniel bumps my shoulder. ‘Just how beautiful it is here” I smile at him. “It is pretty, but you’re the beautiful one” He gives me a cheesy smile. The line was cringey, but cute. Okay, maybe a little more cringey than cute. “Oh my gosh” I laugh. “That was bad, wasn’t it” He throws his arm around my shoulder, chuckling. “A little” I shake my head. “Can we get some coffee? My treat” I point at a little cafe Ahead.

Carrie said with a flirty smile, which the guy returned with a wink. "Strawberry Daiquiri!" I told him as he finished Jamie's drink and started Carries. "Here you are!" He said giving me and Carrie our drinks, then he turned to me with a flirty face "pardon me miss, but I seemed to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?" He asked with a cheeky grin. "Good try slick" I smirked at him, shaking my head. "That didn't work?" He raised his eye brows.

fuck, Nayla, remember you have a hot boyfriend… I smiled, looking away so that I could hide my blush from him. “Uhm….I can’t assure you because I don’t know your taste. But I personally really love their coffee and iced matcha. It’s really really good. Oh! And they have nice pies too, you can try them out, see if you like them, or not,” I said, attempting to leave but he held my hand, stopping me from leaving. “Please!…please, can I have your number? I’ld really love to see you again,” he said, his tone intense…..

Closing her notebook she took a sip of her coffee and just as she was about to take a bite someone sat opposite her . " You know most people wait a couple of months before sharing a midnight snack together . I had to wait a couple of hours..." " And the award for the most creative pick up line ever goes to ... The nameless dude whose sitting across me . Thank you for the snack... Sharing is caring so. Do you want some or is it not part of your eating plan ? " " Well when it comes to you any eating plan doesn't exist. You are worth every minuet of my cardio workout."

I also wanted to know why she had told me she loved me. I dropped Ajay off at the airport. As I head towards the exit, I feel eyes. Panning the airport, I catch a tall, attractive guy staring my way. The airport's coffee shop's aroma draws me inside. I get in line and check behind me. This guy is still staring. Frowning, I roll my eyes away and scoff, "Creep." "Welcome to The Coffee Port. May I get your name?" "Chris and I want a Venti almond milk Latte."

Are you asking me out? “Her smile was toothy at his words.” There is a coffee shop about a block from the gallery and they make extravagant drinks. If you happen to get there at the same time I was there, I meant to have a thumb drive in my pocket. I would exchange for a great cup of coffee. I want an extra large one with loads of whipping topping.” “You would give me information for a simple cup of coffee?” “I'm a simple woman,” Nichol. Easy to please. If you put the information to good use, it's almost enough payment. Almost. I need coffee.

Zoey got into the car and the back door was closed. She threw herself into the man's arms, "How did you come?" "Come and pick you up to go home." "What a hassle! I would have preferred to drive back myself." "I wanted to see you earlier." Zoey pinched the man's chin and kissed his lips, "How long have you been waiting? Did you come right after our call?" "A bit longer than that." Zoey smelled the aroma of coffee and said, "This isn't freshly ground coffee from the company. It seems to be a cappuccino from that trendy café."

I move between them with plates balanced on my arm and my famous fake smile plastered on my face like a sticker. But sometimes, the smile falls off. It’s supposed to. I’m human, with many feelings, and not some server bot. Times like when a man at the counter leans too far over, breath stained with cigarette. “Hey sweetie, how ’bout you serve me your number laced with this coffee, huh?” I set the cup a little too hard, give him my best dead-eye stern look, and respond, “How ’bout you drop tips instead of washed-up lines, huh?” I replied