Cofi X Chee Novels & Stories

Xavier leaned into my ear and whispered a warning. “I know.” I forced a smile. That was when Noah, who had been hovering some distance away, parted the crowd and walked straight toward us. “Hey, long time no see.” He stopped in front of us and greeted us. The entire time, he hardly paid notice to Xavier and was focused on me instead. “Grace, you’ve lost weight since the last time we met. I take it that the cooking of Don Whitmore’s chef isn’t to your liking.” Then, he casually put a hand out to receive my hand for a kiss.

While they are waiting for Seungkwan to answer, a man came closer to their table. “1 Dark Mocha Frappuccino venti, 1 Chocolate Chip Cream Frappuccino grande , a blueberry cheescake, waffles and one Ice Americano, grande,” the man said as he put their orders one by one on the table. “Order is complete, sir.”

“Get miss Carrie a cup of coffee. Make it special.” Another cup was placed in front of her accord to Jade's orders. Carrie sit it out the moment she took the first sip. “Oh my gosh!” She breathed. Jade looked at Xavier whose eyes were on herbut she only shrugged at him. “What's wrong?” He asked when Carrie grabbed another napkin. “This coffee is too spicy! Who puts chilly in coffee!?” She angrily growled. “Who was the asshole that made this cup of coffee!?” Carrie stood up. Xavier poured her a glass of milk.

By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Almost. Employees accepted their cups gratefully. A few looked far too entertained by this situation. Traitors. Finally, I approached Zion’s office with the last cup. He barely looked up from his laptop as I placed it in front of him. Then he took one sip. And paused. Uh oh. “I drink my coffee black,” he said calmly. Silence. I blinked once. “No sugar.” I looked down at the cup. Cream. Sugar. Disaster. My soul temporarily left my body.

��𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 180 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘔𝘦. 𝘛𝘩�

She gently took Carter's coffee and placed it beside her own, pointing to the black coffee and labelling it 'Arte', while labelling the mocha 'Apollo'. "They're both coffee. They do the same thing, but their flavours and processes are different, perhaps even the speed at which they work and the strength. If Arte is the darkest of voids, Apollo is the most radiant of lights. Arte absorbs all, Apollo pours in. Imagine them like a yin and yang," Khione smiled. Carter nodded, eyebrows slightly knitted in deep thought.