Smart Ass Coffee Novels & Stories

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?"

"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…

“I think Selene slipped it into my coat when Dominic was taking her away.” Cassie endured on it for a bit more and decided she needed coffee to process all of this. “How do you like your coffee?”she asked. Nonexistent,my mind replied. Taking a beverage was going to make me too comfortable, but in between her swift, lazy movements and the bags under her eyes,denying her hospitality was going to be an easy offense.0 “Decaf.”I grunted and dropped into the chair. Cassie came back with unmatching cups later and sat across me,almost oblivious And unbothered by the fact that she served me in a pink mug with that bold inscriptions saying ‘Men Are Dicks.’

She ask anxious " It's disgusting" I lie " I am sorry boss. I can fix it" She says taking up the cup of coffee " No need, I don't like left over trash. The coffee is exactly like the person who made it" I mock #################

So they ended up at coffee 24, the only coffee place that open twenty four hours –It was on their name for God's sake and they sell best coffee –so she's been told. "Good evening, what can I help you today?" said the cashier guy, giving them his best smile. "Black coffee for me and—" Saga paused, looking at her. "Tea please, I hate coffee." She replied shrugging, "No offense." She said again, smiling sheepishly at the cashier guy when she realize what she said. "So," Saga started when they took a seat. "why four sexy boy band?" "Why onion rings?" she asked back. "I asked you first." He gave her a pointed look, "And it's O'lion rings,"

He sat in his office at the Hartwell Security HQ, his team oblivious to the stupid grin on his face as he reviewed a proposal. He tapped out a reply under the table as his project lead droned on about a new software integration. Asher: The guy across from me keeps asking about my smile. I told him it’s the new caffeine blend. You’re going to get me interrogated. Luca: I am the new caffeine blend. Rich. Expensive. Addictive. Asher snorted. “Everything okay, sir?” his assistant, peeked through the glass. “Fine,” he said, slipping his phone face down. “Just… espresso.”

Quick question—what coffee do you take? Allyssa—my assistant—is doing a coffee run for our weekend crew. Normally I’d just tell her, but I don’t give out anyone’s contact info without permission. So I figured I’d message you directly to make sure you felt included. Let me know what you like. She’s headed out in twenty minutes. I read it twice, heart thudding harder than it should have. It was… professional. But warm. And coming from Damon Thorn, it felt like an eclipse.

" Sasha answered, like an obedient child. "I heard that the beverages in Starbucks are not bad. What about peach tea latte?" Clearly, Woody was rubbing it in. "That sounds great!"

It was too sweet. Alessia used to make his coffee herself. She never trusted anyone else with it. Alessia knew he preferred a dark roast with just half a sugar cube. After he'd dealt with complicated business, she would even add a pinch of cinnamon to soothe his nerves. "What's wrong? Is it not to your taste?" Jessy asked with concern, her voice soft. "It's nothing." He pushed the cup away, his expression cold. "I'm going to deal with family business."

"Feel free to go stand in the line at that cart for two hours. Maybe the child is also a caffeine addict, and you'll find him there." Keven mumbled under his breath about spoiled nephews and their overindulgent papas as he dragged himself over the respectably long coffee line. As if it were Alec's fault that Amelia had sent him out the door with a mug of coffee which may have been on the list of top ten most expensive coffees in the world and which had been brewed by a barista that held the title of World Champion. Oh, and he had had the barista add just enough of the coffee to not affect the taste but to still enough to deter Keven from sampling any. Though when Alec had courteously offered