Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

He didn’t text back right away, but I could see he read the message. As soon as school was out, I headed straight for the coffee shop. It was a five-mile bike ride in the opposite direction of the house. After the first 3 miles, I found myself thinking of getting a car. No way was I going to be okay riding my bike form Dmitry’s house. That was at least eight miles. Training was easy. Maci taught me how to make the most basic drinks she had. Americano. Coffee with cream. And a latte. Then she taught me how to make the more popular complicated drinks. Caramel Macchiato. Andies Mint Mocha Frappuccino. Tuxedo Mocha.

Setting down the plate of muffins I smile, none of them acknowledging it, snobby bitches. Taking the coffee, I carefully place it on the table when snobby bitch one, waves her arm while talking animatedly, knocking the coffee out of my hand. "Fuck" I shout because the scalding hot coffee spilled all over my hand, at the same time snobby bitch one screeches "You low life Idiot" "What the fuck did you just say ?" I turn and glare at the snobby bimbo barbie. "I. Said. You. Low. Life. Idiot" She replies slowly but loud for the whole cafe to hear.

“Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.” “You mix the three?” Marcus asked. “Yes. When I was making coffee at the pack house, everyone liked different flavors, but we only had one machine. I mixed them together once, and it was hit. I’ve done it like that ever since.” Chastity explained. “I’ll have to try that.” “Believe me man, once you try it, you’ll never drink another coffee again because it’s all shit.” Colby stated. At some point during the conversation I had reached my hand over, and took hold of Chastity’s. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief that she didn’t pull aw

Large I grabbed mine too and told everyone grab something if they wanted it. Large white chocolate hazelnut iced coffee with light ice and topped with whipped cream. Then I told everyone else to grab something if they wanted it. “Thank you,” she said reaching for it. I slid it away from her because it was not just that easy. She should know me better than that. “What are our new elite members going to think about you seeing how you hold your own mate’s coffee for ransom?” she asked, tilting her head. Her eyes flicked from me to the coffee and back.

Concealing my emotions for much longer feels daunting. Not like I can refuse... I messed up. If only a cup of coffee could mend the mistakes I made, then I have to go through with it. Fucking goodness! I hit my palm on the steering in frustration. Luckily, a sign post popped up by the road, "Brew Heaven," a small but elegant-looking shop. "This must be a coffee spot," I whispered to myself when suddenly Mason's car pulled up next to mine. Raising a curious eyebrow at him, he rolled down his window, shouting with a wink, "This place looks good, what do you think?"

Let’s keep things in peace so she won’t push you away again. *** "It looks like you love coffee, don’t you?" Grace asked after thanking Sean, who brought her a cup of Matcha Latte. "I'm addicted," Sean chuckled. "That little café is the main suspect. I've loved their coffee since I tried it in high school." Grace chuckled. "But their coffee is indeed wonderful. No wonder you got addicted." "You know, right? And their recipe has never changed. I heard they especially import their coffee beans from Vietnam and Indonesia. Too bad you haven't tried their sandwiches. I hope they're not sold out tomorrow."

“In fact, coffee shops usually sell coffee and cake together because they enhance each other's flavors.” Grey shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I'm not trying to argue with you by bringing up the topic. I'm just saying that I know someone who loves mocha cake and coffee together.” There was a distant look in his eyes as he said the words, but whatever emotion I saw quickly disappeared as though it did not exist at all. “If you don't mind, who is that someone you are referring to?” The words escaped my lips before I could stop myself. It was too late to take them back; he had already heard me.

I watched him mix plain coffee, strawberry milkshake, and green tea simultaneously. I think the whole community is here in the Kaden house. They must have woken up with a hangover so they needed something at the cafe to kick off the day. Some people were even ordering two to three cups of plain coffee at the same time. The third tray I had picked to deliver had a cup of latte, cappuccino, americano, and mocha for four different customers. I served them and went back to the counter. Alex was gone. Then I heard him scream from the kitchen, beside the counter.

An hour later we're standing beside a tiny coffee truck parked near the Malibu shoreline. The salty breeze carries the scent of the ocean while waves roll lazily onto the sand. Alejandro studies the handwritten menu. "This place has seventeen coffee options." "You're overwhelmed." "I miss normal coffee." I grin. "You're getting caramel." "I don't even like caramel." "You do today." "And what are you getting?" "The same thing." "So we're both suffering?" "It builds character." The barista laughs. "You two argue like you've been married forever." Neither of us answers.