Novel Point Coffee Novels & Stories

Why had he agreed to find a place to sit with them? Jackson took Serenity's hand while she was distracted. At last, the group of four came to a cafe. Benjamin handed the menu to Jackson and Serenity. "Have a look. What do you want?" "The coffee here is great," Liliana recommended as if she was hosting. "The owner carefully selected the coffee beans here. Kona from The Big Island is the most famous, but it's becoming rarer and lesser." She turned to Serenity and asked, "You used to love coffee, right? Do you want a cup of Kona?"

Daniel tried to restore order by pointing at people like he was conducting an orchestra, and Chloe deliberately spoke out of turn just to irritate him. While they waited for the food, the conversation shifted to work in the way it always did when colleagues gathered outside the office. Elise raised her glass. “To the new employees,” she said. “May you learn where the good coffee is hidden and which meetings can be safely ignored.” There was a chorus of agreement. Marco spoke quietly to Rivera, his voice almost lost in the background noise. “The good coffee is on the eleventh floor. Behind the locked door.” Everyone turned to him.

Falco 3 years ago The coffee shop across from the college had terrible coffee and a perfect view of the pickup area. I'd been sitting here for three weeks. Same table, same order, same newspaper I wasn't reading. The barista knew my face by now but not my name. That was intentional.

Although instead of people being happy to see me, they all looked at me with skeptical glances. Maeve nudged me with her shoulder. “Ignore them. They just aren’t used to Cal letting someone new walk around the pack with being escorted by multiple guards.” We walked into a coffee place called, “Killer Koffee,” where patrons sat on mismatched chairs, and beanbags. It reminded me of furniture that you would find thifting. We placed our orders and while we waited I finally asked. “And how were we able to leave the packhouse without any guards?”

*Harley' POV "Xavier Everest?!" Nina's jaw hangs open in the air, her coffee cup stopping midway to her lips. "Xavier hot-as-fuck Everest?!" Jesse exclaims, her amber eyes shining bright. I nod, sipping my strawberry milkshake with a straw, as I look at my two best friends. We are currently on a break from classes and we decided to check out the new coffee shop that opened nearby. The place is comfy and the smell of coffee and cakes greeted us the moment we stepped inside through the glass doors. 'Hot Cup Brews' is already gaining popularity and I see a few of our classmates huddled around a little table at one corner.

Calista replied, holding her phone firmly while walking out of her portable office in the coffee shop. The coffee shop, named "Cal's Brew," was a cozy and inviting space with warm wooden floors and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls were adorned with local artwork and shelves filled with books and plants. Soft ambient music played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere. Comfortable seating arrangements, including plush armchairs and wooden tables, provided a perfect spot for customers to unwind or catch up on work. All this was put in place by Anthony. A sly smile cut across her face; owning something felt right.

POV: Nora The coffee shop was called Birch & Co. and it was the kind of place that had regulars who came in at the same time every day and ordered the same thing without looking at the menu. I had taken the part-time position three weeks ago on Elias's recommendation, a cover that gave me a reason to be out of the apartment, a routine that looked normal, and a cash income that didn't connect to anything. The owner, a woman named Patrice who was in her sixties and had no patience for lateness or bad pourings, had asked me two questions at the interview. Could I stand for four hours and did I know how to make a flat white without being shown twice. I said yes to both and she hired me on the sp

“We didn’t?—” “Coffee?” he interrupts, setting his briefcase on the table before grabbing the pot, which none of us have touched yet, off the far counter. Though the basket of individually wrapped muffins and stack of oranges and bananas are tempting, my guts are too unruly to handle food. “These are freshly ground beans from Sea Glass. Amazing stuff, you have to try it.” I give Adriana a squinty glance. She cringes, mouthing, He can be oblivious, sorry, at me. Turning in my chair, I flash a tense smile at Jonah.

I ask harry, "Do you have coffee at home?" "No, do you need some?" "Yeah , but it's almost midnight and all the stores are closed along with the restaurants. Never mind , i will heat water or something" "Well ,We can go to a place I know they're always open 24/7 and they have the best coffee. It is just around the corner so we can easily go without any hussle." "Really?" "Uh huh . Come, lets go" We sit in his car and go for a midnight coffee date