Emotional Support Coffee Novels & Stories

“Are You worried about me? “ He said, teasing her. “I didn’t worry about my half-broken sister, before coming here. Why will I worry about you? “ Ayat looked at Him as he had gone mad. Arham nodded His head as He admitted He was mad. He finished His remaining coffee in a single gulp and stood up after putting cash on the counter and walked away from there. Ayat started at His back with worried eyes but hurriedly divert her gaze down to cup after seeing Him turning around on His heels and walking back. “What will you do if I won? “ His curious voice sounded very close to her. She raised her eyes to look at His face, which was very close to hers as He was bent over-the-counter table. For a min

I didn't know if she was ever going to forget him, but at a time, she'd come to accept whatever it is she'll conclude this is. "You haven't come in a while miss Rosewood." The cashier smiled warmly at me. " Welcome. " "Thank you Emily." I smiled heading over to the beverage section first as Miranda had picked a liking towards oat. Funny. Is stopped when I saw a jar of coffee. I didn't need coffee anymore to function, but this was Dante's favourite brand. I knew I missed him, but I didn't know I missed this much. So much that my heart was aching as I stared at the jar.

I was seething with frustration, and I knew I shouldn't blame Emilia, but I needed someone to vent my anger on. To avoid lashing out at my workers, I decided to take a break and get some coffee. I drove to my favorite cafeteria, De'Anthony, where the baristas knew me well enough to have my order ready. As I walked in, a familiar human greeted me with a warm smile and ushered me to my usual seat. It was a small comfort in an otherwise frustrating day. I was given black coffee, a sip of it relaxed my tense muscles, I could see people taking photos of me since their efforts to be discreet were futile. I was well-known in the fashion world, it was expected that people took pictures of me, but st

I couldn't help but get excited about the fact that the smile on my face was not going anywhere anytime soon, and even if boss man decided to be a prick all morning, I wouldn't care because I have a date with my best friends tonight. As I entered the bustling coffee shop, I was instantly hit with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air. I approach the counter, my eyes scanning the menu, before settling on her usual order, which is: a coffee with milk and 2 sugars for Gary; a hot chocolate for me; and a caramel mocha with cream on top and 2 sugars for Ebony. The barista, a young woman with an easy smile, greeted me with a friendly "Welcome to

Jenna (11:34 AM): “Emergency. Coffee machine down. I’m dying. Pls, fake an emergency. STAT. 🙏🏽” I stared at the message. I could already hear the drama in her voice. She’d never been one to keep her near-death coffee experiences quiet. With a resigned sigh, I typed out my response: Me (11:34 AM): “You’re a grown woman, Jenna. Deal with it.” Jenna (11:35 AM): “I’m in a life-or-death situation here. I need the emotional support of my work wife.” I groaned, but just as I was about to reply with something sarcastic, I heard it: a loud, overly dramatic thud followed by a string of theatrical gasps.

Elena's POV Unexpected Best Friend. It's the third day of college school, and my love for coffee hasn't wavered one bit. I'm a bona fide coffee addict, which probably explains why I work part-time at Relax Coffee shop. Today, like any other day, I couldn't resist the temptation of my usual hot cup of coffee. I mean, who can resist that delicious taste and the inviting aroma that fills the air?

As we continue, my mouth literally hangs open at all the sights that are impossible to take in at once. I spot a man selling coffee cups from a wheelbarrow, hosting a cardboard sign that reads ― ‘Moodcups’. After finding out how they work, I immediately purchase four ― for me, Leyla, Noah, and my robot, of course. Maybe it can teach him how to reconnect with his lost emotions. Or at the very least, I can tell what mood he is in. Mel buys two. Haley gets half a dozen — she has 4 of the emotionally-challenged gender in her immediate family after all.

Damian Cole, the man who could probably recite the fine print of eviction law in his sleep, was asking her, the woman he’d tried to uproot, for recommendations. She cleared her throat. “Cinnamon latte. And…a blueberry scone.” “Fine.” He reached for his wallet. “Two of each.” Her brows shot up. “Two?” His expression didn’t waver. “One’s for me. One’s for you.” The retort on her tongue stalled. Nobody ever bought her coffee in her own café. She was the one who served. Always serving, always giving. And now Damian Cole was standing there, offering her…what? A peace treaty? Or something more dangerous?

The city was quiet and empty and I walked to the nearest coffee shop that was open. I ordered my usual black coffee and then I thought about Elliot. He always got a vanilla latte with extra foam. I remembered because I used to watch him drink it every morning when he was my assistant. Before I could stop myself I ordered a vanilla latte with extra foam. The barista gave me a weird look because I was holding two cups but she did not say anything. I paid and walked to Blackwood Tech. The building was mostly empty when I got there and only security and the cleaning crew were around.

Sarah is here already, her bag is on her table, but she is nowhere to be seen. I go to the coffeemaker in the corner of the room. There is a lot of stuff with the never-ending supply of coffee, tea and milk, sugar, protein bars, granola bars, fruits, and yoghurt. You named it. Remington Industries believes in caffeine and healthy snacks for their employees.