Novel Point Coffee の小説・ストーリー

She sits on the passenger seat of my Jeep Grand Cherokee on the way into the store, and trots along next to me as I stop into Curlew’s Café for a much-needed cup of coffee with double shot of espresso. I open the store four minutes later than normal, and three angry customers come in, huffing about having to wait out in the heat. “You could have stayed in your cars until the fucking open sign was on,” I grumble quietly so only Pandora can hear me. I love co-owning and running Novel Grounds with Kristy, but some days I really question why I went into anything that deals with the general public. The first hour crawls by, and I finished my coffee only ten minutes in. If it weren’t for the cripp

The coffee made there weirdly reduced his stress. Reading a newspaper, he waited for his order. The beautiful designs which he often sees on the coffee mug disappeared, making his day further dull. The coffee's smell was also different from his usual one. "Where is the design on my coffee?" He scowled like a little boy at the waitress who brought him the beverage. The young girl shivered in her legs at the harsh tone of the CEO. Their tiny cafe on the footpath beside the street was opposite the multinational firm. She may possibly lose her job because ninety percent of their customers came from the Pfizer group of industries.

“Miss Riddle is spot on. My coffee beans are indeed from Floezen Manor, and the roasting method used is indeed deep roasting. I really did not expect that Miss Riddle was so knowledgeable.” The voice was elegant and sonorous, so everyone could not help but look at the person. It was a man looking dignified in a silver-gray suit. He came up to Nicole. “What a coincidence, Miss Riddle.” Nicole raised an eyebrow, not expecting to see Jared here. “What are you doing here?” Seeing that Nicole was so curious, Max quickly stepped forward. “I guess you haven’t known — this new café belongs to Mr. Johnston.” “This is his café?” While Nicole furrowed his brows, those people sitting behind her were stu

I sighed and slummed my back to my headboard in defeat. THE COFFEE shop Maj chose for us was like transporting back to the ‘80s where comic books were popular. It had cozy couches, vintage car decor, and classic coffee machines which they should be displayed in the museum instead. The aroma of lattes, sugar, roasted hazelnuts, and coffee beans made the place more we were like in the street of Paris or Italy. I chose the table near the glass window where I could see her immediately after ordering my white chocolate latte that cost quarter my apartment lease.

Soren quickly agreed and sat again beside her, making it very obvious that he preferred sitting beside her than going to the counter. “Do you want anything?” Yana stood up and asked Soren. “I’m good, thanks,” he said. Yana then went to the counter. “Cafephany,” Maggie read the name of the coffee shop on the menu. “Nice name, so unique. Was it yiut’s my idea and no, it doesn’t pertain to the religious epiphany, it’s about the sudden realization of great things,” Soren said, smiling. “Usually, especially, in my case, epiphany happens to ne while I’m having coffee. I mean, I think of great ideas while I’m drinking coffee. And I’m sure it happens to a lot of people, too.”

Drew teased me as he tried to erase the creases in my forehead. “And what does sharing my thoughts with you have anything to do with me growing old fast?” I retorted. He just arrived when I decided to take a break and have a cup of tea. He said he came from his shop and wanted me to try his new creation: Choco Coffee Treats. I have yet to get the exact recipe but, by just listening to its name, I assume it's grounded roasted coffee beans mixed in with chocolate. And I must say, it is good on my palette.

Just a few blocks away from Josephine’s and Nicole's shares apartment is a coffee shop, not the only one in town though but it is one to visit. There is always a rush for their natural taste every now and then, especially Nicole is never one to miss that morning taste which never gets old.

SYDNEY The coffee shop, a quaint haven nestled on the corner of a bustling street, held an air of familiarity that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. The warm, golden light spilled through the large, steamed-up windows, casting dancing patterns on the polished wooden floors. Conversations ebbed and flowed, a symphony of voices that blended seamlessly with the soft melodies of a guitar strumming in the background. I sat at a corner table, fingers tracing the delicate porcelain of my latte cup. Each sip sent tendrils of warmth through me, a soothing contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. Opposite me, Knight sat with an easy grace, his eyes harboring a quiet understanding.

I gave them a reassuring smile and sat back with Jackson’s arm around my shoulders. They asked if they could have little while to talk it out amongst themselves, which I thought was a good sign. So, Colette led us to a coffee shop that was a two-minute walk from the building. She assured us that everything was on the house today, making sure that the baristas heard. They just nodded their heads in understanding. My eyes greedily took in all of the specialty names. It all sounded so good, but one of them caught my attention. “I’ll take a large Spiced Vanilla Chai with nutmeg drizzle please.”

She knew she needed to make the coffee perfect, especially given Bentley's bad mood. Determined, Nova returned to the break room. She took a deep breath and began. She ground the beans, trying to recall the texture Claire had described. She measured the coffee carefully, remembering that Bentley didn't like sugar. She frothed the milk, hoping she was doing it right. After what felt like an eternity, the coffee was ready. Nova poured it into a cup, her heart beating slightly. She carried it to Bentley's office, each step amplifying her anxiety. The tension in the office was palpable, and her heart pounded in her chest.