Emotional Support Coffee Novels & Stories

He asked. "Yes sir. Here it is. " I placed it gently on his table. I will never give him a reason to complain about me. "And, here is your coffee sir." I passed it to him. I waited for him to sip it and tell me what he thinks. He might not like how I prepared it since he's bipolar. One thing m sorry of, most people enjoyed how I've always made my coffee, especially then at the cafe. Most reasons why they wouldn't stop coming to the cafe then...

And she’d agreed without any hesitation. Besides, I knew she liked coffee shops and I knew she liked double shot espressos with caramel and almond milk. I’d already ordered her one and a vanilla mocha for myself. Her drink sat across the table and right in front of her chair in what I hoped would be an enticing sight, something like using a bone to call a dog. If nothing else I wanted to bring her mood to a level near mine, and for Caroline, coffee was always the answer. The coffee shop was bustling at nine-thirty in the morning and I appreciated being able to sit and wait contentedly. It was the beginning of a warm day without any fog that sometimes accompanied California mornings.

Robin deadpans. I sigh heavily while pulling my phone from my bag. Meanwhile, the twins disappear behind the counter. A minute later, Wren returns carrying a massive cup of coffee while Robin follows with a slice of cherry pie. They set everything down in front of me before sliding back into the booth beside me. “There,” Robin says firmly. “Emotional support pie.” I huff another tiny laugh. “And emotional support caffeine,” Wren adds. I look between the two of them, emotion welling in my chest again for an entirely different reason now. “You guys are too good to me.”

None of them were like their parents. “Magda, I am having dinner with my mom later this afternoon. There is a coffee shop about a block from the shopping center you are at. They have the best coffee in the state. It’s a shop where they support fair trade coffee and do partnerships with impoverished countries to support women in industry. It’s my mother’s favorite coffee shop and I often come here to get her coffee before I get to her place. I am here now actually. Occasionally, I like to get out of the office and away from the constant parade of people coming to my door and since I was going to Mama’s I stopped here to work for a bit. If you’re willing and feeling a bit brave,” he teased, “t

I was so glad I’d have a few other people to come with us and help make them feel safe, I’m sure they will have never been around this many humans or ANY humans at all in their entire lives besides the brief encounter at Dairy Queen when they were both too filled with the adrenaline of their recent escape to even notice. The barista handed me our 3 coffees in a drink carrier and I tipped generously before driving off, placing mine and Jade’s coffees in the cup holders and handing Emma hers. She inhaled her coffee deeply and looked like a kid on Christmas. “I can’t wait to try it!” She shouted a bit too loudly for such a tight space.

After everything he had been through, he needed this break to bask in the love and miracles around him. Abel raised his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip, failing to hide the scrunching of his nose. He groaned, looking at Ashlyn. "I miss Kass' coffee." Abel sighed. "Mila found this special decaf blend at the market and refuses to let me drink any of the good stuff," he pouted, placing his cup to the side of the screen. Ashlyn covered her laugh with her hand. She's just looking out for you, Ashlyn answered, knowing that she would have done the same had she been in Mila's position. Anything that might help to prolong his life for just a little longer was worth trying.

"Alright, let's dive into this clusterfuck." Emily wrapped her hands tightly around her coffee mug, the warmth seeping into her palms as she stared intently at the dark liquid. She took a deep breath, the rich aroma grounding her as she prepared to unpack the emotional shitstorm swirling in her head.

I show up at the office Monday morning looking like someone who hasn’t slept, and also possibly fought a small battle on the way here. Callie spots me from across the open floor and her eyes go wide. She’s already holding a paper cup in one hand, pink cardboard box in the other, and she rushes toward me in her strappy heels like I’m a wounded animal. “Okay,” she says, eyes scanning my face. “I brought your usual and your emotional support donuts. What the hell happened?” She thrusts the coffee into my hand before I can respond. I take a sip. Too much almond milk. Barely any espresso. And a splash of vanilla syrup. Perfect, just the way I like it.

They’d been through everything together, and his presence always managed to bring out the best in her, no matter how stressful her day was. “Eli!” she exclaimed, jumping up to give him a quick hug. “You know, the usual: too many deadlines and not enough coffee. He chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “ I brought you something to fix that.” Elijah held up a large cup of her favorite coffee from the café down the street, a gesture that warmed her heart. "You didn’t have to come all the way here just for me! “Well, you’ve been working nonstop, and I figured you could use a little caffeine break. Plus, I couldn’t resist seeing you,”

I need to ask for help. What if I seek help from Max? Maybe he can help me. I can give my body to him as collateral. He can do whatever he wanted to do with this flawless body, right? I need to see him now so I can have his answer too. We can be sex partners. I decided to buy him a coffee at the shop nearby so we can have a nice conversation while drinking it. I bought mocha flavor since it's one of my favorite. I'm in front of his office door while holding the coffee I bought outside.