The Coffee Trader Novels & Stories

None of them were like their parents. “Magda, I am having dinner with my mom later this afternoon. There is a coffee shop about a block from the shopping center you are at. They have the best coffee in the state. It’s a shop where they support fair trade coffee and do partnerships with impoverished countries to support women in industry. It’s my mother’s favorite coffee shop and I often come here to get her coffee before I get to her place. I am here now actually. Occasionally, I like to get out of the office and away from the constant parade of people coming to my door and since I was going to Mama’s I stopped here to work for a bit. If you’re willing and feeling a bit brave,” he teased, “t

They went straight into the makeshift loft and sat across from Takuya and his grandson, looking perfectly at ease. "Welcome," Takuya said. With a warm smile, Takuya poured two steaming cups of coffee. "Try this Colombian Gold coffee. Please, enjoy!" Alexander lifted the cup and downed the coffee in one swift motion. Setting the cup down, he said calmly, "Now that we've had our coffee, let's get to the point."

“ Here's your order “ I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at uncle Jaffer, who handed me the tray of two coffee’s and one masala tea. He smiled, making his wrinkles popping out from the corner of his eyes. Uncle Jaffer is the owner of this canteen, who has been leading the canteen contract since the time this college was established. He seems to be fifty plus, bladeless and with a pouty belly. He may not socialise much but the way he passes a gentle and warm smile to students while serving, can melt one’s heart. “ Thanks Uncle “ I said , returning the smile, and took the tray as I turned around only to find Zakera and Shravan impatiently waiting for me, umm correction waiting for their r

"Marcus said you went to the coffee place." Elijah raised an eyebrow. "He said not to tell you." "He tells me everything. Eventually." A pause. "The single origin." "It's very good." "I know." He turned his phone face-down in the way he did when he'd decided something was done. "They get the beans from a farm in Oaxaca. The owner went there himself, three years ago. He was a derivatives trader before." Elijah looked at him. "How do you know that?" "He told me." Something shifted. "I go there sometimes. In the mornings."

Adina then served them some coffee. Trent smelled the coffee and expressed disdain toward it. “Is this instant coffee? Ms. Daugherty, can’t you make some good coffee?” Adina spread her arms helplessly. “I'm still putting my studio together, so I don’t have the funds to buy a coffee maker yet. Please bear with me, Mr. Sunderland.” “Are you really that poor?” Trent scoffed. “I’ll ask someone to deliver you a coffee maker later. Just accept it as my donation.”

Frank raised his eyebrows. “Maine doesn’t drink coffee and Art of Coffee happens to be one of the coffee shops that doesn’t do tea.” Tarz smirked as if it was a no brainer and continued “This is why I offered to go personally when Jayden asked me to send someone to do a makeover for Mr Adalase.” “Naturally, I knew you’ve met your rival as I know the two of you attended the gala by the domestic violence group.” Tarz shrugged indifferently as he took a sip and slouched back sloppily.

I shook my head. "No way. I can't go that deep. I just stick to a few shades that suit me." Tina replied, "Exactly. But Trey loves coffee so much that he’s studied every type of bean on the market. He even knows which beans go with which kind of coffee pot, what level of heat to use. Honestly, it’s impressive." Miles: "???" Me: "!!!" Trey: "..." It was quiet for a while before Miles finally muttered, "Tina, the example you gave... it just proves Trey has way too much free time."

*But tonight, it just makes us fast. "Prince Tristan." Jaro stepped up to the base of the ramp. The massive foreman looked exhausted, dark bags hanging under his eyes, but he stood with a rigid, newfound pride. He handed Tristan a heavy, leather-wrapped canteen. "Coffee," Jaro rumbled, a faint smile touching his soot-stained face. "Brewed thick enough to patch a hull breach. The workers wanted you to have it." Tristan took the canteen. The heat of the metal seeped through his tactical gloves. It was a small, incredibly human gesture in a world currently dictated by ledgers and artillery.

“You’re too cheerful for someone who dragged me halfway up a mountain yesterday.” He grinned. “You’re welcome.” “Remind me again why I agreed to this?” she asked, stretching. “Because,” he said, offering her a mug, “you secretly love the view.” Sarah took the coffee and inhaled deeply, strong, earthy, slightly burnt. “You made this?” He nodded. “I used to brew coffee for my father’s medical staff when I was a kid. I wasn’t allowed near the OR, so I became their caffeine supplier.”

“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.”