Mischief Coffee Novels & Stories

“Feel free to go stand in the line at that cart for two hours. Maybe the child is also a caffeine addict, and you’ll find him there.” Man mumbled under his breath about spoiled nephews and their overindulgent papas as he dragged himself over the respectably long coffee line. As if it were Ray fault that his Papa had sent him out the door with a mug of coffee which may have been on the list of top ten most expensive coffees in the world and which had been brewed by a barista that held the title of World Champion. Oh, and he had had the barista add just enough sugar to the coffee to not affect the taste but to still enough to deter Man from sampling any. Though when Ray had courteously offered

Adrian liked it that way. "Two shots of espresso," he ordered arrogantly before waving the waitress away dismissively. Once she disappeared from his sight, Adrian threw his head back in frustration. He needed to find a faster way to push the merger through or come up with a believable excuse... one his father would actually accept. Unlike the other times, Adrian's espresso arrived much faster than he expected. Just as he reached for the cup, he suddenly spat out the bitter espresso in disgust, shocking the waitress standing nearby. The poor woman instantly looked terrified... afraid Adrian would lash out at her the same way he had done to the other waitresses in the past.

I wonder how long it would take my coffee to get to me. "Sir," A young waitress called out to Nicholas with a tray containing his cup of coffee in her hands just above his head. "Sir, your coffee." Nicholas raised his head ignorantly with speed. It bashed against the buttom of the tray and the coffee fell off the tray right on his trousers before the rest of the coffee made it to the ground. "Oh my...." "I'm so sorry Sir..."hed the floor button. Is the spill that obvious jjjjj on my clothes?

Lance Coffee shops are one of the best places to hang out and have a good conversation with someone but if there's one thing that I hated about coffee shops, that is it's where all of the long and poisonous tentacles of several networking companies thrive. It's where they spread their self-structured pathological lies in order to convince their victim into joining their company. A total scam. It became clear to me that I wasn’t set up for a blind date but I was set up for this bullshit of a scam.

No amount of sugar or milk could kill the nasty burnt taste. I never understood the craze for it, but Russell, you loved your morning, afternoon, and evening coffee. Even a small cup before bed. I don't understand how you can drink this thing so much. 'Addicted maybe?' But I do know that you love Cafè Misto very much, or sometimes you would take a Blonde Cappuccino. You really like that too. I felt your pain when they had neither today and you had to settle for just a regular espresso. I hate that, if it was I. I would have made sure that I'm never out of what you love.

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

"There's my citation. But hey, can I bribe you with some coffee? My treat, of course." She shrugged. "Sure." "What's your poison?" "You know what? It's Sunday, and I'm working, so let's go nuts. I'll take a caffe mocha, no whipped cream." "Done and done. Settle in, and I'll be right back." I put in our order -- a black coffee for me, just so I'd be getting something and not look suspicious returning with only one cup -- and waited. It didn't take long; the baristas were in the zone, moving the line like the pros they were. I took our drinks over to the counter, grabbed napkins, straws, cream and sugar to give me something to do with my hands so my shaking didn't give away my panic, and oh ye

He's been pacing and whining the whole time and I didn't know why he was acting strange. "I was. I accidentally spilt my coffee of him on my way out" the boy, Jessie, murmured and Marc looked up at me and raised brow and a smirk, I rolled my eyes and turned to Jessie. "You can go an order your coffee, mine should be ready as well" I said and he nodded and went over to the counter and I could hear him asking for a medium caramel mocha coffee with extra pumps of both flavors with extra milk with foam. I made sure to remember that order for the future.

“It’s a beautiful day for mischief, Tess!” “Mischief?” I ask. Claudia is by far the most energetic friend I have and probably the one closest to me. “Mhm, now that we are members of the Luan pack, I think that it’s about time we find part-time jobs. And guess what? There is this coffee shop in town,” she fishes up her phone from her pocket, handing it over to me. I take it in my hands as I sit down and stare down at the job advertisement. “The Coffee Shop?” I repeatedly blink at the name. It feels a bit lacking and non-creative. “A-are you sure this is a good place to apply to?”

I didn't want her to notice that she was bugging me by just asking me that question so I politely responded. “It's a mocha green latte. With extra foam.” She visibly cringed and I rolled my eyes internally. I should have just kept the name to myself. “What's the extra foam supposed to do? Make it any less bitter?” “It's not bitter. It's healthy,” I insisted, hoping that she sensed the finality in my tone but apparently, she did not because she continued anyway. “Who wants to drink a green coffee? It's like they blended grass, put it in a cup, added some milk and served it to you.”