Smart Ass Coffee Novels & Stories

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.

he started to order his coffee when he got to the attendant, and I basically started to rattle off the order because I knew just the way he liked it. “With no cream, a single cube of sugar, and the coffee be made with a sparkling water.” We said as the same time, words for words. I was whispering mine though. I remember now that this must be why he was here for his coffee. This was the only café around here that could accommodate his ridiculous request of his coffee being made with sparkling water. Asher always loved his coffee with a little bit of bubbles that come with the carbonated water, adding an effervescence quality to it.

She still couldn't believe that she had managed to escape the suspicion of the Lewd Demon. ‘This is like a suicide mission. I have to leave this company as soon as possible.’ While thinking hard, Kara prepared hot water and a cup. However, as soon as she opened the cupboard, her focus was diverted. The row of jars in front of her were labeled with the names of the days. Black Ivory coffee for Monday, Finca El Injerto for Tuesday, Saint Helena for Wednesday, Hacienda La Esmeralda for Thursday, and Luwak coffee for Friday. The contents of that cupboard cost more than her monthly salary!

🏤High School Badass💄 (🥀 SUGA HIGH 🥀) By Happy Writes ❤️ CHAPTER 3 ❤️ Oh, that's Michelle, what does she want, don't tell me she's here to bully, Sharon whispered. Michelle walked elegantly to their table. Hi newbie, she said as she got to their table . Hi, Jeanne replied her pulling a confused look, Welcome to Suga high, if you don't mind, I would love to be friends with you.

It was eight in the morning the men came back from the gym and wear ready to leave for office, Haya and Aima set the table for them, "Your coffee" Haya handed Maaz the cup and he smiled at her mumbling a thank you, She sat in front of Maaz to see his reaction when he tastes the coffee, As he sipped the coffee all he felt was bitterness, he hardly gulped it and smiled and Haya, "Haya, how many spoons of sal- I mean sugar did you add?" he asked, "only two spoons" she grinned and ate her breakfast, "too sweet" he said but he meant too salty.

I’m wiping the counter when the bell chimes and that accented voice that makes me shiver comes through. What the fuck is he doing here? “Large black coffee, extra hot.” Nikolai Serrano is leaning against my counter in a dove-gray cashmere coat with collar popped. He looks like he walked off a Paris runway and that just made me more pissed. “We’re out of coffee.” He laughs loudly, obviously amused. “You can't be out of coffee. This is a fucking coffee shop.” I slam the bell harder than necessary. “Fine. Name for the order?”