Laughing Man Coffee Reviews Novels & Stories

I say, chuckling lightly and can't help stare at his lips as his mouth forms into a side smirk. "It's ok. I should of been watching my foot steps as well." He slowly brings his hands down and clears his throat, turning towards the mugs. The machine beeps alerting us that the coffee is ready and he slowly pours the coffee inside the mugs while I slowly stir in the creamer. I hand him his mug, he sips it slowly. "Wow! This is still really hot." He smiles, making me chuckle. He's trying really hard not to laugh at the burning feel going down his throat. I chuckle, making him look my way with a smile.

He grabbed the linen napkin on his desk and violently wiped his mouth, his face twisted in disgust. Unable to hold myself together, I burst into a fit of laughter, hitting my hand on the desk repeatedly. "This is the happiest day of my life, I feel so fulfilled." I laughed, "you can fire me now." "What in the fucking hell is this, Tiana?" He coughed out, jumping to his feet. I smiled victoriously, "Your coffee, just the way you like it. Triple espresso, no sugar or milk, and black just like your heart, Mr Berkley."

The young man then leisurely took a sip of his coffee, when he felt the sweet taste of the coffee- on the tip of his tongue, the young man smiled in; satisfaction. Angelo was looking at the b*st*rd in a daze as the man was drinking coffee as if he was in a shooting commercial. Angelo then began to mumble some complaints since the young man's way of drinking his coffee was so delectable- that he; can't help but also want to order the coffee- that the man had; ordered. If the man was a brand model, then Angelo is sure- that all the items the man endorses- would be completely sold out because the man would be able to convince the consumer just by looking at his face.

His shout, as well as his handsome furious face, caught the attention of everyone inside the cafe. We came to my office and sat across each other with a small glass table between us. Even though I don't have any intention of charging him a fee for taking my time, I pointed the coffee in front of him and said, "That coffee is $5. So it's $100 billion and 5." "That is a cute joke," he replied, scrunching his nose as if he's trying his best not to show his grimace expression.

“What can I get you? "Thank you, may I have a cup of coffee, a little milk with no sugar, and one plate of burgers please" the customer said as he took his seat. I burst into uncontrollable laughter as I heard him mention burgers and coffee He looked at me with a confused expression and asked, "What's so funny?" I quickly apologized, saying, "I'm so sorry, please forgive my manners. It's just that I had told my friend earlier that people don't usually have burgers with coffee. I guess I was wrong." I tried my best to hold in my laughter.

Said Maddy while pointing at a coffee shop that was few steps away from them, Anna nodded and then they came to the coffee shop. As expected it was also empty, only an old man was present who was the owner of this shop. " Ah.. this coffee is so good.. " Maddy said after taking one sip of the coffee, old man didn't say anything. " Why is this man so strange, I was complimenting him and he just ignored it, did you see? " Maddy complained. " Sshh.. " Anna pointed him to shut down his mouth and then looked up at the coffee owner and said

“There. Happy?” A quiet chuckle escaped him, deep and unsettling in its composure. "If only you knew how much this coffee is worth," he said. His tone was polite, but there was steel beneath it. Her friends gasped, exchanging wary glances. One of them scoffed, trying to recover some ground. "Oh, please. What dollars? Fifteen? You're not about to rip us off with some ridiculous story, are you?" The man didn't bother answering them directly, instead he gestured to the barista. “Tell them.”

He took a sip of the fresh coffee and it dissolved into his mouth smoothly. The aroma of it filled his nostrils, he couldn't help but take two more sips. “You are right; its taste is memorable, and the temperature is just perfect; probably you should open a coffee shop as a side business”, Liam said playfully, and they both laughed. “Thank you for the honest review, Mr Hickson; I take pride in my abilities, don't you think?” she questioned with a daring brow. “Of course” was all Liam said. The therapist settled on the seat opposite Liam's and poured herself a cup of coffee too.

He told me black, always black, and something almost like a smile moved across his mouth before he caught it and put it away again like a man tucking cash back into his wallet before anyone could see how much he was carrying. "There's coffee," he added, nodding toward a machine that looked more complicated than anything in my old drafting studio. "I don't know how you take it. I should probably know that by now." "Black, no sugar. Like my sense of humor." "Noted." He almost smiled again, and this time he let it stay a full second longer before turning back to the city below us. The wind picked up, cold enough to bite through my robe, and for one strange, suspended moment neither of us moved

“These are for Reggie.” Michael had unfortunately taken a large sip of the iced coffee he had sitting on the counter. He couldn’t hold back the laugh and covered the kitchen counter in a coffee water fountain bursting out of his mouth. Watching him spit his drink made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt. I doubled over, trying to control myself. Michael fell to his knees next to me, laughing even harder than I was, wiping the dripping coffee from his mouth. We laughed like that until we both had tears in our eyes.