Smart Ass Coffee Novels & Stories

" Saad repeated his words and Meerab proceeded to cry more. " She always scolds me, there is nothing I know, " she replied grumpily . " Then…" he insisted. " Nothing, " She sighs , thinking deeply. The moment she took a sip of the coffee she threw it on the ground " Were you trying to kill me with this coffee" Meerab said hysterically. A small smile appear on his lips as he expect the exact reaction from her . " Black coffee is good for your health I mean , you should start making a habit of drinking black coffee without sugar " He smirked , Meerab quickly gave his coffee back .

- I texted and just like he was waiting for me to text, he replied almost immediately. -“I’m proud of you!”- FLASH BACK Ten years Ago, City Falls. “One cup of Coffee mocha and two cups of black coffee, and double whipped cream,” I wiped the small beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I took the order and proceeded to making it quickly, please remind me again what made me think that this life was an easy life.

“Zara’s Java Jolt?” “Yes, ma'am,” the maid says with a happy grin. “That is the official name of our special coffee cream. The Alpha came up with the name himself last winter. It is one of our best sellers in the entire metropolis. It is because we do not use cheap beans from the rogue lands. No way. The boss would never allow bad quality inside his shop.”

“Should I start carrying a taser?” His smirk widened. “So feisty this early in the morning.” I turned back to the counter, pretending he didn’t exist. But, of course, Jeff Ortega never took a hint. I ordered my usual—black coffee, no sugar. Simple. Efficient. Jeff, however, took his sweet time, ordering some ridiculously complicated drink with extra foam and two pumps of something that made me want to throw my cup at his face. And then, before I could make my grand escape, he spoke again.

He definitely was bossy with Sam, his housemate. "Cream, no sugar." "Where is it?" "Around the corner to the right. You'll find it." Funny, but I might have the flip side of the same fetish because it turns me on to fetch his coffee. Grateful for the expenditure of the manic energy that's ruling me, I slip out of his office and make the coffee. It's freshly ground beans from peet's and there's real half and half in the fridge below. I make myself a cup too, and head back, just as his secretary arrives. If looks could kill, I'd be twenty pieces on the floor. "Don't worry about his coffee," I say breezily.

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.”

Chastity smiled shyly at him. “I will. On one condition.” Colby said. “What condition?” Chastity asked sadly. “Tell me how the hell you make your coffee so good. Every other coffee tastes like shit compared to yours.” Colby grumbled. “Really?” Chastity laughed. “Hell yes! The only good coffee is yours. All the rest is crap.” “Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.”

“Who drinks black coffee?” Felix mirrored her scowl. “Grown ass adults.” He replied. Hell would freeze over before he added anything to alter the taste of his coffee. And heaven forbid that he ever drink one of those abominations that were more sugar than caffeine like a cappuccino. From the corner of his eye, he saw the new waiter leave to get their order. He and Amy dived into more frivolous conversation topics until the food arrived.

While the food and the coffee were of the highest quality, it was the joy and love that the café and staff exuded that made the cafe so vibrant. Before Ashlyn could make a move for the mop, Kassandra was shooing her away. Kass, let me, she signed, collecting the sodden carton from the floor, her canvas shoes leaving dirty footprints where she walked. "I've got this, go. Abel's coffee is getting cold." Kassandra winked as she scooped two chocolate Danish's on to a plate and handed it to Ashlyn. Collecting the coffee in her other hand, Ashlyn rolled her eyes and smiled at her best friend.

I say with an evil smile, hoping Ashlynn would play along with me. "My coffee. Now!" she orders them in her dominant voice, making them obey her right away running out of the door to go get her some coffee. "I want it fat-free, dairy-free, sweet but without any sugar, and a strong Columbian mix, and fats before I tell him to cut your heads off!" she says in a snobby voice using the same tone, I had to hold my laugh back, she played the part so well, she must have heard them too. "High five," I say after the guys have run out through the door, raising a hand up.