Cofi X Chee Novels & Stories

He said. "That's fine. I don't want to share you just yet." She replied back. "Mmm, and I don't want to share you ever." He responded back. "I think there's coffee in the kitchen. They have those single serves." She said. "Enough for 3?" Matt asked. "I don't drink coffee." Chey answered. "You're kidding?" Matt said. "Nope. I like tea or soda, milk, and juices." She responded back. "I don't think I've ever met anyone that didn't like coffee." Matt said.

There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee. On the other hand, the second set of memories belonging to Zen Taro argued with his usual preference as a chef. The third young master of the Taro family liked his coffee thick with only one sugar. In fact, there was a particular coffee that the teen enjoyed in-game when he played a coffee-making game. Cold-brew was the new trend, and that coffee contained no sugar.

And I, I know nothing, not even his favorite coffee. Thinking that I groaned, a bit frustrated by myself. See I told, when I said, I am full of imperfections. "My favorite coffee is black with no sugar and creamer." Said Xander, making me frown. "Did I say that loud?" I asked baffled.

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

he says as he grabs my hand leading me to his white BMW before I could object. Driving wasn't quiet because Cam blasted Chief keef the whole way to McDonalds, he turned it down when we were at the drive thru "what chu want" he said pulling out his wallet well since he's paying "lemme get a number four no tomatoes with a Oreo mcflurry" he looked at me shaking his head then ordered his food; we decided to go to the park and eat more like he decided and I just agreed.

she commented with a small shrug and Young-Jae chuckled cutely. "Did you like it though? Personally, the flavor of coffee wasn't that predominant," he scrunched his nose up and Minjae nodded. "You're correct but that's a good thing. Taehyung has a severe hatred for coffee but I think he'll like this one if you keep four parts of whiskey and two parts of coffee," she suggested with a hand massaging her scalp out of habit. "Okay, I guess I could do that. What is the menu that day?", he asked deep in thought.

She asked, glancing around. “Don’t you bother, Beta Zoe. They made the mess, so they needed to clean it. How do you like your coffee? Espresso, cappuccino, macchiato, marocchino, caffè latte, caffè lungo, caffè doppio … you may need that extra to deal with these two, or maybe a caffè corretto that could also be good to deal with the princes.” Cora rattled off a list of things I couldn’t tell you that made them different.

I pour the drinks first then served it to Tyler. He asked, "What’s this?" I pointed my finger to the orange. "This is a freshly squeezed orange a that is a cofe con leche." "So, it’s basically like latte?" "Quite similar, but latte use a lot of milk whereas cofe con leche use a bit of milk. Have a sip of the drink, your food will be ready by now." Turning my body around, I make my leave. I took a few orders then proceed to handed them the note.

Chastity smiled shyly at him. “I will. On one condition.” Colby said. “What condition?” Chastity asked sadly. “Tell me how the hell you make your coffee so good. Every other coffee tastes like shit compared to yours.” Colby grumbled. “Really?” Chastity laughed. “Hell yes! The only good coffee is yours. All the rest is crap.” “Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.”

I demand when he steps into the elevator before the door could close. "I changed my mind." He shrugs, pocketing his hands as he leans on the wall opposite mine. "Whatever, just don't talk to me." I warn, resuming back to sipping on my carajillo. Of all shades of coffee, carajillo is the craziest; the shit tastes so divine, and I can't help wondering who sat down and thought of mixing coffee with alcohol, while Isaac Newton was busy staring at his father's apple tree. Who needs gravity when you can get high on coffee?