Smart Ass Coffee Novels & Stories

That is my mother's domain. "I brought you coffee, sir." "Thank you." I take a sip and it is like the world has become brighter. It has a strong but smooth taste. "This is an amazing coffee. What make is this?" "It is Jacobs Kronung." "Keep them coming please." The waiter nods and walks away. I keep sipping on my coffee. This is the kind of coffee you don't spoil with sugar or creamer. You drink it straight up. The waiter comes back once again with a plate in his hand. He places the plate in front of me. I stare at the plate. It has a big sausage with french fries.

I warned him, “you’d better leave me alone. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” “Why?” Ash asked innocently. “Too busy thinking about me?” “Something like that,” I grumbled. Truthfully, Aunt Margot had kept me up late wiping down every single mirror in the house until they gleamed like new. “I knew that this bet was a good idea,” Ash said smugly. “And yes, one of these coffees is for you. Peanut butter mocha. Your favorite.” I was shocked that he knew my coffee order. I thought only Juno knew that.

“The man at the stall… he said it was a 'special batch.' I thought it smelled nice. Did I get ripped off? My mother always said I was too trusting with street vendors.” Zosia looked at the coffee, then back at me. A small, knowing smile played on her lips. She didn't believe me—not for a second—but she wasn't going to call me on it. Not yet. “Thank you, Nick. It’s… it’s perfect. Sasha was just complaining that our coffee tastes like battery acid.” “Vindicated!” a voice boomed from inside the apartment. Sasha appeared behind Zosia, her red hair a wild halo, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Nick! The Silver Fox! Come in, come in! We were just discussing your bone structure.”

He yells I glance at the clock again, keeping count of the time "Don’t put too much caffeine in my coffee, I don’t like it at all." "Okay fine now will you come with me" "Also, don’t add too much milk to my coffee." He rolls his eyes "Holy shit! Are you serious right now?" Glancing at the clock again I turn back to look at him. "Look Ashton, no more coffee talks, just come with me." He says I clear my throat "Why is my coffee bitter when I specifically told you to never add too much caffeine and sugar to my coffee." "Oh my God! Enough of the stupid coffee thing, I’m sorry okay, I will make you a better coffee but please now we are in a crisis."

" Okay, young master! You may wait for him in one of the available rooms. I'll let him know you're here for him as soon as the meetings are over." " Alright!" Outside of the city, not so far off, in a small and not yet very grand humble office, two individuals were having milked coffee. " This coffee is good, isn't it Martin?" " Yes, Ayase! It has a sweet taste for just $3." He said in compliance with his boss across from him. " Stop complaining! We need to keep our budget down or we might have financial problems later on." Ayase told him off in a straight-up manner. As she had her legs crossed, she continued sipping her coffee silently.

Assassin mode But why would boss want to lecture me on anything this time around "Ok boss I will be there"I said and I knew his face would be cheerful now He hung up the call and I breathed out, arranged my dress and carried the coffee to the jerk I placed the coffee in front of him before taking my seat He sipped from the coffee and a smile lit up his face Jerk No one can resist my coffee Even if you are not a coffee lover,a taste of my coffee can make you one. My mom thought me about it My heart shook when I remembered her

She moved closer towards her friend as they made their way to the counter to give their order. "Good morning." The beautiful burnet behind the desk politely smiled at them as she tapped a few times on the screen, Amara was the first to answer since she usually came here. "I'll have a Pumpkin Spice Latte, please." She spoke as she fisted her wallet from her bag. Charlotte had never drunk Starbucks coffee she thought the price was way to fucking high, but for this one time she was okay with it. But right now she was confused out of her mind, did it mean that there was pumpkin in the coffee?

"Yes, I know. You and cheese." When they arrived at the café, Asya had already prepared what Jess had asked for. His assistant in the kitchen was exceptionally deft. It was no wonder Jess entrusted this café, which had only been open for a year, to Asya. Besides being skilled, Asya could always be a sounding board, especially for menu and new promotion matters. "Wow. Asya is really the best!" Fathia couldn't stop marveling at her pasta dish. And the Iced Cappuccino that always accompanied it was already on the table. "I'm getting hungrier."

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 Davies, just what can you do? " he asked angrily

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an actual coffee date. Do you still drink those fancy, overly complicated drinks?” I laugh, shaking my head. “I’ve simplified. Just a latte these days.” Adam raises an eyebrow, pretending to be impressed. “Wow, look at you. Moving up in the world.” “Oh, please,” I shoot back. “At least I don’t drink plain black coffee and call it ‘sophisticated.’”