Cofi X Chee Novels & Stories

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?

Trying to refocus, she said, “By the way, how’s your coffee training going? Did you follow what I told you about the beans? To make it taste better?” “Yeah. The coffee is good.” She blinked at his answer. Isis would’ve joked. He would’ve asked again. He would’ve, No. This wasn’t him. Still, she forced a smile. “Good. Go back to work. Don’t tire yourself.” He smiled back. “Sure thing.” When he turned away, Xanthe stared at his back with a heavy thought. The real Isis, the one who called me, knew I used coffee powder. Not beans. He should’ve teased me about it.

He asked and rolled his eyes, he added milk and sugar and pour hot water. "Look, I'm done." Liam announced. "Wow, it looks scary." Leilah said. "Okay, I will drink it and I will prove to you that this is the best coffee ever, and you know what? I won't let you taste it so stop staring at me already." Liam snapped. "Okay." Leilah said and closed her eyes, he sip the coffee and immediately spit it out. "What the heck!" He screamed. "What happened? I'm sure your coffee won't taste nice, the cocoa powder was too much." Leilah said.

It was dark by the time I returned to the manor. I heard heavy footsteps approaching my door soon after I entered. “Grace, open the door.” Xavier reeked of alcohol, so much that I could smell it through a closed door. I hesitated for a moment before getting up to open the door. I found him perched right outside the doorway, his figure swaying slightly as if he was having trouble keeping his balance. Several buttons of his shirt were undone while his tie hung loosely around his neck.

“Good morning.” “Good morning.” He greets me normally, with a small smile. “Are you going to get coffee too?” “Yeah.” I say it, and then I start to remember something. “Wait, don’t you like green tea more than coffee?” “Wow. You remembered.” It surprises me when Xander displays a gleeful expression. He seems really happy at the moment. “Actually, I am going to order their matcha espresso. I saw it on their menu outside.” “They have one?”

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.

It tasted bitter; notes of caramel, dark chocolate, and even something that felt like smoke. "I'm not letting you take my builder, Kade." "Well, who brewed this coffee?" I had to ask, hoping he would give that one away. But no such luck when he smiled and said, "Oh, that's me. But you already have me." We sat down on pillows, legs crossed and waited for the chef to finish whatever he started. "It's been years since you came here, Kade," Caine pointed out. He gently placed his cup on a saucer. "I never thought that you would return on very uncomfortable circumstances."

He added taking another sip. Giving him a you had better be right look, I held my cup to my lips and took a tentative sip. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't the flavorful taste of roasted cocoa seeds seared in rich honey that assaulted my taste buds. " You were right, it's really good." I told Theo. " I told you so." He replied, unwrapping one of the cellophane wrapped packages to reveal a small block of cheese, he handed it over along with the cheese.

What I told you, It's undecipherable. Our coffee come, mine was a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, Dex's was Mocca frappucino with cinnamon and hazelnut while Mark ordered a plain iced americano. It would be nice if we could just drink in silence but then, my wish isn't their command. So here is come, the bombardon of question. starting from Dex to Mark,

He handed Caleb a cup of hot chocolate, and the latter glowered at him, “Do you perceive me as a kid? Tsk, I said I want coffee,” “Caffeine is not good for you, kiddo,” Cohen flicked his finger on Caleb’s forehead. Caleb growled and smacked his head with the paper he was holding. “Tsk, that hurts!” Cohen complained. Caleb was about to hit him again, but a woman arrived from behind Cohen.