Smart Ass Coffee Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 174 Nicholas and Noel sat in a coffee shop called Fast Coffee. It was a kind of mid-to-high-end shop, which served coffee as their main menu. The two men sat across from each other. Accompanied by a hot americano and macchiatto, Nicholas and Noel sat down to rest their minds.

I focused on his features. He had a pair of hazel eyes, medium-length brown hair, and a sharp squared jaw-line. Luna didn't lie about the good-looking student. "I know that I'm handsome but staring isn't nice Lav." He chuckled. I forgot to mention his British accent. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Are you the owner of the café near the school?" He asked. "Uh…Yeah, it's called Sweetbrew," I answered, confused by his sudden question. "I passed by yesterday and asked a guy named Timothy about the job offer, but he said that the owner didn't want young boys." He said, quoting with his fingers on young boys.

As I was about to open the door, I heard the sound of something being spat out. "What the hell is this?" he asked angrily causing me to turn, he was so angry I could nearly see the steam coming from his ear. "Co-coffee." I stuttered as a reply. "What type of coffee?" he inquired "Plain black coffee like you requested," I answered starting to get nervous. Isn't it coffee that's in it? "Can't you just do something good for once, why are you so bad at following orders. First, you were late, secondly no coffee on my table and when it finally arrives it tastes horrible. So tell me, Miss West, just what can you do? " he asked angrily

Only psychopaths drink black coffee. That’s what Cassie always said whenever I ordered an Americano at starbucks. As I stared at the man in front of me, I couldn’t help but agree with her. Trent Dalton arrived fashionably late this morning. I picked a casual cafe for us to meet in, knowing it was our best bet. I even picked out an area where nobody would know us. We didn’t want to be spotted by anybody, especially the press. Draped in his stupid suit, he seemed like the devil himself, sipping on his black coffee.

Talia’s expression remained blank, but her sarcasm was enough for Asmaira to fidget in embarrassment. “No…I mean…..yes, I know how to make Coffee,” she fumbled but straightened her back when Talia raised one brow. “Good. Because from today onwards it would be your responsibility. Amaan only drinks one brand, and we keep it in a special container in the pantry. Freshly ground beans, Coffee, black with no milk. Half a teaspoon of brown sugar. Don’t mess it up,” Talia fired the instructions and soon disappeared to her desk. His taste is also, like him, bitter. Asmaira scoffed.

‘Please, hurry! As the taxi weaved through traffic, Alessia’s mind was buzzing with anticipation and adrenaline. She needed to act with precision, ensuring she captured the evidence without drawing any suspicion to herself. The taxi pulled up outside the coffeehouse, and Alessia paid the driver with a nod of gratitude before stepping out. She adjusted her disguise—a pair of oversized sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat—and slipped into the bustling cafe. The coffeehouse Alessia visited was called ‘Espresso Haven,’ a quaint and cosy establishment known for its exquisite artisanal coffee blends and serene atmosphere.

I shook my head and ran my hand down my face, “I yelled at them. They were fighting over petty shit and there was no coffee.” He laughed and said, “You’re an addict. You need CAA, caffeine addicts anonymous.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the jerk was my best friend in the whole world and if anyone was gonna get me out of my mood it was him. “Eat a bag of dicks asshole. I will go without coffee if you go without pussy,” I teased. “I can go without sex, but can you really go without caffeine?” he taunted. “Do you honestly think I don’t know how often you and Phoebe sneak off together?” I questioned and he blushed.

Yet I look at him with one dumbfounded look upon my face, "What the fuck does walking up and down have to do with my heart?" Then next is Harrison with his best attempt, "Please come with me so we can get coffee." "Galland just fucking said I am racing my heart rate up," I pause for a few moments as I shake my head. "Now, you want to give me caffeine?" Well, this man has always been a wise-ass; he can be fucking lucky that he is so far away, for he dares to continue, "Then can I get you decaf then?" "Do I look like someone that drinks goddamn decaf coffee?"

“But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare sight” The youngman said nothing as he handed the money to the cashier, but a hand bead him to it with a black card tapping on the bank’s POS machine. “I’m paying for you,” “No need,” “Come on Asher,” whined the newcomer Asher handed the money to the cashier “For the coffee” “You are so mean” Asher rolled his eyes and waited at the side for his coffee with the same annoying guy. “Are you skipping class today?” “...” Asher

"Wow. That is... definitely unique." "Right?" Anika bragged, her posture turning royal as she smiled like an absolute genius. "I added a secret ingredient! See, I saw this trending video online that says if you add salt to black coffee, it completely takes all the bitterness away. Do you like it? Is it the best coffee you've ever had or what?" Christopher stared down at the dark, poisonous liquid in his mug, his stomach churning. He drank the coffee for the bitterness! Why did she think he would appreciate…