Rwby Caffeine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Currently, Rafter is typing something on his laptop . Sitting on the couch , placed on his balcony .he averted his gaze towards his wrist watch to check the time .A frown of irritation , Crossed his face .It's been 15 minutes since now ,the coffee which he demanded haven't arrived .He's about to shout .But , before an young lady around her 24 rushed to him with a cup of coffee. Rafter got frustrated and glared before receiving the coffee .The second,he sipped the coffee his blood boiled out and he spit the coffee .His face , scrunched up

Ryu effortlessly removed his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, settling in comfortably. Ryu frequently goes to this bar whenever he found himself having a hard time working on his ideas and creativity, which seemed to be a common occurrence for him. He was particularly fond of the establishment's relaxed ambiance and the profound conversations that ensued among the customers after they had indulged in a few drinks. "The coffee they serve here is exceptional," Ryu remarked, breaking the silence. Yuka nodded in agreement, inhaling the rich scent of coffee that permeated the air. The bar initially served only alcoholic beverages, but due to popular demand, the management decided

I remember sending a video to mum and Cecil and after drinking the coffee he offered me, I felt sleepy. It's very unusual of me. Coffee keeps me awake. OMG, my date with Sawyer, he's going to be pissed now. I missed a lecture too and Brayden promised to show me his Dragon form. I must admit the guy is as creepy as he was in the hotel, as he was in the office.

“Grab some coffee first. You need a good dose of caffeine before seeing the worst.” I grumbled but did as he said. I did need caffeine. I usually enjoyed half and half in my coffee, but I knew the stuff in the fridge had spoiled by now. I took some natural sugar from the cabinet and stirred a teaspoon into my mug. I pulled a chair close to Brack so I could see the screen. “Ah hell, I look like you slipped me a date rape drug.” I took a sip of coffee and allowed the taste to help me overcome my mortification. My walk of shame pic was truly appalling.

He tiredly set on the couch and sighed heavily before resting his head on the headrest and closing his eyes after putting one arm on his forehead. " Should I bring some water for you, Mr. Wright? " I questioned making him snap open his eyes and frown at me. Something change in his eyes and he relaxed before passing a small smile towards me and said " Good evening Ms., A strong coffee will help me. If you don't mind getting me one " " Good evening Mr. Wright. Would you like it with milk or without milk? " I questioned and he said " without milk and sugar "

For Lily, Mom, David, Cyrus, Kim, Willow. WAYNE'S POV My eyes fluttered open to see that I was in Raven's room. I wasn't wearing a shirt. The door opened. I looked up. Raven was holding a tray in his hand. I looked at him in disbelief. "Did you cook?" I asked. He nodded his head and placed the serving tray down. Bacon and eggs. There was pineapple juice along with orange juice. I furrowed my brows in confusion. I watched as he carried the pineapple juice. Why is he drinking pineapple juice? He sighed. "Eat your food or I'll eat you," he groaned.

"Weren't you just standing up for the Styre Team earlier?" The server brought the coffee that Richard had ordered for Catherine. She took a sip, furrowed her brow, and then set the cup down. Due to her low blood sugar, Branden often added a suitable amount of sugar to her drinks. As a result, she had become less accustomed to such bitter coffee. "I am a participant, not the team leader. "

Once she seemed satisfied, she took her seat again across from him. “Drink the coffee, sir,” she said, handing him the cup. “I don’t think coffee will help much, but thank you,” he replied, taking it. “Did you know caffeine is an alkaloid?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “It belongs to the xanthine group.” His confusion was evident. “It’s considered a psychoactive stimulant.” “I’m not following—” “What I’m trying to say is that you’ll feel better after drinking it,” she interrupted, her tone bordering on maternal. “It’ll give you a boost of energy. Exactly what you’re lacking right now, sir.”

or “Are you okay?” Then Ryan appeared. Out of nowhere. Like a steady breeze on a burning day. Leaning against my desk, holding two cups of coffee with the kind of smile that made you want to believe the world was fixable. “Thought you could use this,” he said, handing me one. “I guessed right extra cream, no sugar.” I blinked, a little stunned. He remembered. Not just the drink but I hated sugar in anything pretending to be caffeinated. “You didn’t have to,” I murmured, wrapping my hands around the warmth like it could anchor me to something real.

The sun filtered in through the open blinds, but it’s rays did nothing to soothe my raw nerves this morning. “Did you dip too deep into the coffee again?” I continued with a scowl. When Ru was burning the midnight oil -usually when he was finishing up an article- he drank gallons of coffee to stay up all night. Unfortunately, Ru can’t handle coffee as well as he could handle alcohol. It usually took about six or seven beers to make him tipsy. But give him three cups of coffee and he would bouncing off the walls. Fidgety, hyperactive, jumpy and fast talking like an addict going off the rails.