She grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip as she stepped around him.
She sipped her coffee and eyed him suspiciously.
Someone had a fire going and a pot of coffee on.
"I'll get us some coffee," she said, heading for the kitchen.
In the kitchen she removed two mugs from the holder and reached for the coffee pot.
When they went into the drawing room where coffee was served, the old men sat together.
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
Candy spilled across the coffee table and a glass bowl was shoved in front of her mouth.
He swirled the coffee in his cup and lifted that piercing gaze to her face.
He dumped the rest of his coffee in the sink and left the room.
Davis handed her a scalding cup of coffee, his chocolate gaze scrutinizing - probably searching for some indication of congeniality.
She poured him a cup of coffee and he glanced up at her.
Working as fast as she could, she started a pot of coffee and sliced some ham.
Alex met her at the door, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
She picked up her coffee cup and took another sip, her eyes searching his over the rim.
He turned, pausing with the cup of coffee half way to his lips.
He picked up the coffee cup and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her thoughtfully.
She was cleaning the coffee pot and Alex was reclining in a chair at the table, enjoying the last cup of coffee.
Color crawled up his neck and his gaze shifted to the coffee mug.
They sipped their coffee in silence for a few minutes and then Señor Medena spoke.
Señor Medena leaned forward, cradling the cup of coffee in both hands.
Finally he took the cup of coffee from her hand and nodded.
She started the coffee and picked up an empty pop bottle from the counter to discard in the trash.
He flipped on the light and Lisa turned to get some coffee cups.
The smell of coffee brought Yancey back into the room a little later.
"Sit down and I'll pour some coffee," she said over her shoulder.
He poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
Chris grinned and clutched her coffee cup.
He nodded and she waited, but he never took his eyes off the coffee cup, and remained silent.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
What if it surfaced that people who drink a certain kind of coffee have, on average, higher incomes and, further, that people who switch to this coffee subsequently make more money?
Next morning when the valet came into the room with his coffee, Pierre was lying asleep on the ottoman with an open book in his hand.
She waited till the valet had set down the coffee things and left the room.
After Mass, when they had finished their coffee in the dining room where the loose covers had been removed from the furniture, a servant announced that the carriage was ready, and Marya Dmitrievna rose with a stern air.
Still, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
She sipped her coffee reflectively and finally found the courage ask him a question that had been nagging her since his offer.
He stomped his boots and shook white flakes from his hat and coat before entering the house Cynthia poured them both a cup of coffee as he washed at the sink.
When Cade finally stepped through the doorway holding a cup of coffee, her breath escaped in a long sigh.
She poured a cup of coffee and delivered it to him - along with a cheerful smile.
He gulped the last of his coffee and stood.
Pete drank the rest of his coffee and handed the cup to Cassie.