John Mulaney One Black Coffee Novels & Stories

“I’ll be here when you come back.” “Promise?” I nodded as I stood before him. “Yes, I promise. Can I ask you something?” He groaned. “Ask away, Robyn.” “What did James put in your coffee?” Confused, he looked up at me. ”Why do you wanna know?” “I deserve to know after you yelled at me.” He suddenly looked guilty. “Honey.” “Honey?” I asked incredulously. “I thought you only drink black.” “My coffee is black. I just like honey in my coffee.”

Morgan asks as she pours three cups of coffee. Handing me one cup she gestures to a table that’s behind the bard hidden from view from the entrance. “Milk or sugar?” Morgan asks Cooper. “Just black please,” Cooper replies. “Don’t you always say that you drink your coffee as black as your soul?” I call Cooper out. He always says that and now we’re in the presence of a witch he daren’t say it. I see him blush, Morgan throws her head back and laughs loudly. “In that case I will get you a mug and a lot of milk,” she smiles and I see Cooper relax.

My eyes widened in shock as I snapped my head up to meet her curious eyes, “Why would you even say something like that?” I snapped as another choked cough escaped my lips. As she let out an unsure little laugh at my reaction, mum just merely cocked her head in surprise to my stunned expression, “Well, because Beau’s the only one in our pack that drinks black coffee honey, it’s no big deal… Hey if you want to drink black coffee I promise no one’s going to judge you for it,” she answered in a now calm voice as she smiled softly, clearly trying to smooth over my obvious iritation.

“I would love a cup of coffee.” “Any specifications?” Damn, Mr Blackwell didn’t say what type of coffee he liked and I can’t exactly send him an email now asking him what kind of coffee he likes. “Black. No sugar.” I played my best card. If he is that grumpy, then he must love black coffee. “Got it.” He replied. “Name?” “Um, Stella.” I found a chair close enough to the counter and sat there while I pulled Mr Blackwell's schedule on my phone.

Then I turned toward the coffee shop, took a deep breath and walked in. Tyla’s Coffee Haven looked the same as always: the chalkboard menu, the smell of roasted beans, the faint sound of some old jazz song playing. The bell above the door jingled as I stepped inside. Tyla looked up from behind the counter, one brow arching. “Well, well. If it isn’t the city’s most scandalous woman.” “Don’t start,” I warned, pulling off my sunglasses. “So, you and Nolan, huh?” She grinned, sliding a cup toward me before I even asked. “Flat white. Extra shot. You will need it.”

“I won’t repeat myself, Elaine.” I took the mug back downstairs, downcast. The afro girl had just finished pouring herself some fresh coffee into a disposable cup and was adding some sugar. I turned the coffee in the mug, which was now cold, into the sink. “What happened? He doesn’t like it?” she threw in a cube, stirring with a little teaspoon. I shrugged as I added some cream and sugar into the new coffee I’d poured. “He wants it with cream and sugar.” His eyes bugged out of their sockets. She slapped a hand on her lips to stifle her gasp. “Are you for real? Mr. Sturm loves his coffee black and bland.”

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

Jaylen said without lifting his head from the laptop. "Yes there is," I answered, unsure of what he was trying to say. "Make it again," Jaylen ordered. "Ehn?" A frown appeared at the corner of my lips. "It's called Black coffee, Black coffee! Are you daft? I said again!" Jaylen hits his hands on the table. I walked out of the office feeling disheartened, it's been a long time since I worked like this and it made me miss Charmaine, Mika, and Mom.

Malea's POV "I need a large coffee. Black, no cream, no sugar, brewed to 202 degrees Farenhieght." I handed over the 50 dollar bill that Lucian provided every time I bought him coffee and spun around to take a seat at a booth while the coffee brewed.

"Mama! The snowfeather's back!" Luna looked down at her and freed one hand to ruffle the top of her head. "Mn. It's good that it's back." She handed the coffee to Silas. He took it and drank a sip. No sugar. No milk. Bitter. Hot. The hot coffee slid down his throat, burning a thin, warm crack through his chest. She did not ask what he had been smiling about. He did not say.