Slow Burn Coffee Novels & Stories

Irene asked unhurriedly. Silence ensued, so Irene continued, "You've all been working here for a while, and know each other well enough. I could tell because I've been working here too, and I just have to pay attention from time to time if I want to know you. For example, Raven there likes her coffee pressed, which is made by mixing boiled water and coarse ground coffee beans. It's purer and tastes stronger." Leveling her gaze at the woman sitting on the row to her right, she asked, "Or am I wrong?"

"Right away. Sunny was both anxious and eager because it was her first time preparing coffee for Thorne. She meticulously made the coffee according to Charlene's instructions, which Coy then brought to Thorne. Leaving his files aside, Thorne took the coffee to gently stir and lifted it to his lips, only to pause. There was something strange about the smell. After hesitating, he took a tiny taste but quickly put it down. Coy hesitated and said, "Brew it again." "Okay." Sunny was perplexed. "Make it once more? Was there too much sugar, or did it taste bad? However, I measured the sugar just as Charlene instructed. It must not be incorrect.

Setting them down in front of each of us, I move to turn my gazes towards my cup, pausing as I notice a slight difference to the way coffee should normally look. Lifting up my cup I move to sniff the contents, sniffing it again, I move to take a sip slowly only to spit it back out once again, another burning sensation hitting my tongue as I move to look at the murky reddish brown color nestled gently within my cup. FUCKING HOT SAUCE! THAT LITTLE MINX MIXED COFFEE AND HOT SAUCE TOGETHER!

Hendry didn't reply, so he continued his mission to make coffee and went to freshen up while waiting for it to brew. "Do you want to talk about last night? Or we can talk about work instead?" Sloan offered when he saw Hendry walk into the kitchen area. He smiled as he poured coffee into their cups His boss paused and went to his side and join Sloan for coffee. Hendry smiled tasting the familiar blend, just like Sloan always prepared for him at the office. Though Hendry tried, he could never get the right mix of sweetness and bitterness in his coffee. He thought that maybe it was the machine, but tasting the blend now, he knew it was all because of Sloan.

“What’s your poison today?” “Surprise me,” she said, dropping a couple of coins into the tip jar. “But not pumpkin spice. I’m not that basic.” “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just insult one of my best-selling drinks,” he said, already reaching for cups. “Rough day?” “Long day,” she said. “Long life.” “Ah yes, the classic ‘everything is fine, but also on fire’ vibe,” he said. “I’m familiar.” He moved with easy efficiency, tamping espresso, steaming milk, and adding a drizzle of something that smelled like caramel.

Slight chill bumps formed at the point of contact. “This is a special coffee bean that I’ve been experimenting with for my personal use. It’s a medium roast and freshly brewed. I want you to do a taste test. Like you said, you know a good cup of coffee when you taste one.” “Alright, try me.” She met my challenge with a fierce glint in her eyes. “I want you to slurp the coffee and make sure it passes over every part of your tongue and gets to the back of your throat. Sort of like this.”

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.

“I'll take care of your dog for a month.” “Genna…” “Okay fine! I’ll bring you your insanely hot coffee every morning.” “Anna already does that. And what do you mean by insanely hot?” She grumbled, folding her arms. “Argh fine. I’ll just go alone then. And by insanely hot, I mean your taste buds are dead and your tongue has no sensors. No normal person drinks coffee that’s straight off a two hour boil.” I blinked at her as she walked away, feeling a bit hurt. Was that kind of coffee actually considered hot if it wasn’t boiling?

"Enjoy your coffee. I didn't put poison in it so no worries." "I didn't think that." He grabbed the other one and gently pushed forward the other cup. "Sit and drink with me." My mouth was barely opened. My mind could not accept the words he said so I spent a second absorbing them. When I got what he said, I sat and drank the coffee without even thinking that it was freshly boiled from the casserole pan! The coffee was freaking hot, that was why my tongue burnt. "Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

I cut myself off before I said too much. Scott’s expression softened, but before he could say anything, I swiped his cup and took a sip. One swallow later, I spat it back into the mug, coughing. “What the actual hell is this?” My face twisted. “Why are you drinking coffee that tastes like charcoal at this hour?” Scott smirked, taking the mug back. “It’s called black coffee. It keeps me awake. And thanks to you, you just ruined it!!. “Well, it was terrible!” “Don’t worry, I’ll make you something less tragic… cream and sugar. Baby coffee.”