Under The Oak Tree Coffee の小説・ストーリー

After he ate and had some coffee, he headed to Walmart to look for a small tree and some other decorations. ************************* Quinn had never thought of himself as a dragon person, but when he was on the internet, he ran across Treasured OOAKS and found a dragon that called to him. It was silver gray with green eyes and a green tail. The bark-like skin made him think of the willow tree. The tail branched out like the willow tree’s branches. Quinn had to have one for his tree, so he ordered two, one for his place and one for Willow to put in her house.

The coffee shop is one of those exposed-brick, artisanal places where the baristas judge your milk choice. It smells like roasted beans and expensive cologne. I’m sitting at a small table in the corner, nursing a lukewarm oat milk latte. My leg is bouncing under the table. "Relax, Mia," I whisper to myself, staring at the foam art that looks vaguely like a fern. "He’s three minutes away," Echo’s voice slides into my right ear. "His heart rate is slightly elevated. He’s nervous too."

I stood up and went to the sink to rinse my cup before putting it away. I went out through the back door that led to my back yard.The view was spectacular. My cottage was perched at the top of a very high hill, and my back yard gave me a breathtaking view of the whole vast forest filled land. Rooted deeply on the edge of the cliff was an ancient oak tree that towered high, over thirty feet and leaning over like it was going to topple but it stood strong. A naturally made hole was embedded into the tree where I could reach it easily.

I also didn't have a ton of money to waste so I decided on a more comfortable environment that would be free. I stopped in front of an open double gate with "Maple Park" etched in the plate at the top of the gate. Finding a good spot under a tree, to keep the sun out of my eyes. I took a seat in the cool grass and pulled out a couple of granola bars I'd put in my pocket along with the bottle of water Ann gave me after I spilled my first coffee on the man's boots, "Just in case you lose your coffee again", Ann had insisted. My cheeks heat just thinking about how embarrassing that was.

Mmm, coffee. As our lips danced with heated passion, we undressed each other. Then I lifted her, matching our height, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My erection brushed against her inviting wetness, and I wasted no time in moving further under the oak tree and placing her carefully on the grassy ground. Letting her catch her breath, I feathered kisses on her forehead, nose, and chin before moving to her neck.

Zion had instructed his team to have Serranoa coffee ready early on, but those incompetent fools only informed him today that they couldn't find it anywhere. "I'm really sorry…" Zion kept rubbing his hands. He felt genuinely regretful. Despite earning so much, his "money tree" couldn't even enjoy a cup of Serranoa coffee. He felt somewhat guilty. Austin didn't seem bothered. "It's okay. Serranoa coffee can only be found at my place. You won't find it anywhere else." Due to his love for the type of coffee, Austin inadvertently ended up monopolizing it. "Only you have it?" Zion sounded skeptical. "But I remember seeing this coffee back when I was in Oceanville…"

He sat on the sofa with his head bowed, pulling out his phone to send a message to Andy. "Jack, please purchase a cup of coffee and a cake from the nearest store and ensure they are impeccably prepared. Make it quick!" Milky Cafe, renowned as the most upscale café in the city, boasted a single cup of coffee priced at over 200 dollars, surpassing even the luxury of Starbucks. Jack was taken aback upon receiving the message. "h*ly, Mr. Dickson sent me a message, and it's handwritten!" John, hearing the commotion, hurried over to inquire. "What's going on? What did Mr. Dickson instruct?"

After an unknown amount of time, he walked up to the counter. "Chloe, could you brew me a cup of 'Starlight' again? " That signature coffee, Starlight, was something I had specially crafted just for him back in the day. I glanced at the jar of premium coffee beans shoved in the deepest part of the cabinet. "Sorry, sir. We don't have that coffee in our shop." Fred's lips twitched into a strained smile. He pulled a parchment document from his pocket and placed it on the counter. It was the deed to the forest cabin my father had left behind.

*** A quiet cafe located inside the S University Central Library. This place where wooden tables stretched long was a school landmark whose cafe name was even taken from a tree's name. Here, Haneul Jang ordered five-grain misutgaru, which was gaining popularity as a health drink recently, and carefully set it down in front of Chairman Jun-chul Yoo. The heavy eye light of the U Group chairman pierced sharply like locking a nameless shackle over Haneul Jang's shoulders. Merely with that single gaze, a pressure as if the surrounding oxygen was becoming scarce rushed in.

There were more trees here, too; all of them were burning orange as the dusk drew in, the last of the golden sun catching the hollows and curves of the leaves as it sank lower in the sky. The scent of cinnamon and coffee hung thickly in the air, and I found myself being drawn over to the little coffee shop. “You – you don’t eat,” Skye said, his eyes darting towards the coffee shop, as though he’d like to go in, too, “but – do you drink anything?”