First Chapter Coffee House 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 224: Preparations Judd walked up the street to Coffee Plantation, a coffee shop and bakery housed in a small white Victorian house with a wrap-around porch. A tall, dark-haired man was already seated at a small bistro table at the far end of the porch. Judd nodded to him and went inside to order. Minutes later, he emerged with a steaming cup of dark roast and made his way to the man's table. "Mateo, how are you, man?" Judd proffered his hand.

Perhaps I should watch a movie alone, or call Chloe, but if I did that, we would certainly end up talking about Jin. Then I saw it. A small, independent coffee shop tucked between a dry cleaner and a boutique, its windows steamed up, promising warmth and a temporary escape. An Americano. Yes. Something sharp and bitter to cut through the emotional sludge. The bell above the door jingled as I pushed it open. The rich, earthy scent of coffee beans was an immediate balm. There was only one person ahead of me in line, his back to me, a long, expensive-looking wool coat draped over his broad shoulders. I focused on the chalkboard menu, mentally rehearsing my order, willing my mind to go blank.

Chapter 29: Two Weeks The first week passed in small things. Tuesday she came in and he was already in the kitchen when the elevator opened, which had never happened before, and he handed her coffee without a word and she took it and stood beside him at the window and watched the city the way they watched it now, comfortable and close and neither of them pretending otherwise. Wednesday he came to the bookstore.

I cautiously chance a glance in their direction, narrowing my eyes and find them both staring at me before they look away and start whispering again. I sigh and heave my fat ass towards the back door. It’s a beautiful day today, may as well sit outside and drink my disgusting coffee. As soon as Faith is evicted from my womb, the first I am having is a full fat, fully caffeinated coffee, not this shit. I don’t care if it still tastes the same. I know it isn’t. Leaning in the chair, I sigh in contentment. This is the life, no drama, no arguments, just me, the sun, the patger, and my poor excuse of a coffee.

Chapter 9 The morning light streamed through the kitchen window, casting warm golden hues over the cozy kitchen. I sat at the table, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. It was my first day at work, and I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubble in my chest. Claire had made a light breakfast for us, but I hardly touched it, my stomach too knotted with anticipation.

How did I forget about that one. I go downstairs and don't find Sam in the living room. How long did I take I walk around until I hear some sounds coming from the kitchen so I assume he made himslef at hime like I told him too. I walk into the kitchen amd see him coming my way with two coffee mugs filled with piping hot black coffe and he hands me one cup. "So you made yourself at home ", I say raising an eyebrow and this time a real smile was spread across my face.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.. Chapter 65 Emily’s POV: The moment I stepped into the café, the scent of coffee hit me — warm, bitter, familiar. Smelt like dad's morning coffees. But nothing about this moment felt comforting. My eyes scanned the near-empty room, then dropped to the message on my phone again. Green shirt. Black jeans. Seated by the window. Come alone. I hesitated. My fingers curled tighter around the strap of my handbag. I almost turned back. I should have.

Chapter 25: Just Where He Belongs Ava's Pov… I took a slow sip of the coffee in front of me, not because I actually wanted it, but because I didn’t want to acknowledge the man standing a few feet away, staring at me like he had the right to. My stomach turned as his scent hit me—a mix of cheap cologne and old bitterness I knew too well. Richard. I didn’t even look up at first. I just kept sipping, eyes locked on the steam swirling off the coffee cup. I thought maybe if I stayed quiet long enough, he’d walk away. But of course not. That man never knew when to leave.

I have taken it upon myself to manage our home; no one has ever asked me to take this, but I just want to help Mama. I slipped my last dress over my coffee-stained café apron, grabbed my textbooks, and jumped out the door. Time was always my worst enemy, but I learned to run away from it. I walked to the café for my first shift. It was located on the corner of a well-populated street. Red and white striped canopy with the smell of roasted coffee wafting onto the sidewalk. I’d done this for two years. At this point I recognized the regulars by name. I took orders, made drinks, and wiped tables—literally all in one long movement without messing up one single step.