Onyx Coffee Fayetteville Novels & Stories

"Miss, could I get a cup of coffee made with the beans Yvonne roasted? I don't mind paying extra," Anthony said to the cafe manager at the counter. The manager glanced over. There was still a small batch left that hadn't been packaged. "What would you like?" she asked. "Iced long black." A little while later, Anthony left the cafe with the drink in hand and drove his sports car straight to Ford Corporation. … When Anthony arrived at Ford Corporation, Jared wasn't in his office.

Orion called and a waiter dressed in a black shirt and pants ran over with a small note in his hand. "Good day sir , good day ma'am what can I get for you two ? " The waiter asked. "A cup of coffee with milk and sugar please and also any type of light snacks " Sadie said. "What about you sir ? " The waiter asked Orion. "I will have what she wants but please don't add sugar to my coffee I like it plain " Orion said. "Ok sir I will be right back , excuse me " The waiter said and bowed before taking his leave. "This cafe is really good and the employees are so polite " Skye mentioned as she looked around.

"Yes. Marcus can drive us down to this new place in the theater district; The Onyx. Liz said the rooftop views are incredible, and we haven't had a proper drink all week." I looked down at her, her eyes bright with a demanding, expectant sort of affection. I wanted nothing more than to go back to my penthouse, sink to the bottom of the pool, and let the water drown out the noise. But the mask had to be maintained. "Fine," I said, opening the car door for her. "Just one drink." The Onyx was exactly the kind of place Vivian loved; difficult to access unless somebody important already knew your name, dimly lit, with velvet booths and a sweeping view of the glittering Manhattan skyline.

He dumped his bag in the back once again and grumbled as he made himself comfortable. "We won't be long now," the driver said as he drove the car outside the residence. *** The Sunnyside cafe was one of those fancy outdoor cafes with umbrellas and chic waiters. Iryna sat at one of the tables there and she turned the hot mug of coffee in front of her. The smell of fresh coffee beans and cream was rich as it filled her nose. It was proof that the coffee beans were of high quality. The whole restaurant had been reserved, meaning no one was there. Iryna's bodyguards stood there dragging their legs about the place with no worries for customers.

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”