Cofi X Chee Novels & Stories

It was really good. Eevonne looked at Ruth and Sabrina with her eyes widened. "What…what is the brand of this coffee? Why is it so delicious?" Sabrina smiled. "Doesn't it taste bitter at first but then sweet after that? Also, the sweetness at the end makes you want to keep savoring it?" Eevonne nodded. "Mm-hmm. Yes." Sabrina let out a long sigh. "This coffee is called…cat poop coffee." Eevonne uttered, "Oh…"

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.

~Chris xx. "

Adrian snapped. Evelina glared at him, her eyes narrowing with anger. "Why do you constantly speak about my café as though it's nothing more than some rundown building?" she asked, eager to hear his answer because she already knew Adrian never considered her café modern enough. "Come on, Evelina... let's not have this conversation. Yes, you have a business and your café is doing well, but we can't pretend it's on the same level as places like Starbucks," Adrian replied. Those words alone made Evelina's blood boil.

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.

When he noticed what Lauren was wearing—nothing from any luxury brands—his face showed obvious contempt. "Marcus is just a freeloader. The moment he left Pamela, his true colors came out. He demanded three million dollars, yet he can't buy you a proper outfit," William taunted. Lauren gave him a once-over and said coldly, "You're wearing an old LH piece from five seasons ago. If I remember correctly, that's from five years back. It's impressive that you have it because you can't even find it on secondhand sites anymore." I was surprised that Lauren knew that much about brands, and I couldn't help but laugh.

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,

Cole chuckles, observing me flush like a teenager. "Thank you, Chloe. God, it smells so good." I moan, looking down at my white chocolate and Raffaello waffle with coconut whipped cream. Cole looks down at the waffle with wide eyes. "Enjoy guys, if you need anything, give me a shout," Chloe states and walks off once we thank her. "You're about to taste heaven, Lord Hoult." I tease, grinning while cutting into the waffle. I hold out a piece to his mouth, and he eats it. He chews slowly, his eyes closing with an audible moan.

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.