Coffee Sentence Examples
She sipped her coffee and eyed him suspiciously.
She grabbed the coffee cup and took a sip as she stepped around him.
Someone had a fire going and a pot of coffee on.
He studied his cup of coffee, swishing the liquid around in it absently.
She started the coffee and picked up an empty pop bottle from the counter to discard in the trash.Advertisement
Staring out the bay window at the old house, she abandoned her coffee cup on the window sill.
When they went into the drawing room where coffee was served, the old men sat together.
He poured a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
He took a sip of his coffee.
He picked up the coffee cup and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her thoughtfully.Advertisement
It's well that the charitable Prussian ladies send us two pounds of coffee and some lint each month or we should be lost! he laughed.
He stood and gulped the rest of his coffee.
Pete took a swallow of his coffee.
She poured him a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
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Cassie sent him a measured look over her coffee cup before she spoke.
He took another sip of his coffee.
He took a bite of his sandwich and washed it down with coffee.
He strode across the room and poured his coffee in the sink.
He took a sip of coffee before responding.Advertisement
He leaned against the wall, sipping his coffee silently as he watched her mash the potatoes.
He stared down at his coffee sourly.
He set the coffee mug on the counter.
He swirled the coffee in his cup.
As he sat sipping his coffee after breakfast he glanced at her.Advertisement
He swirled the coffee in his cup and shifted uncomfortably.
Howie's hand shook as he raised his coffee cup.
He'd even made the coffee, albeit insipidly.
He fiddled with his coffee cup.
Napoleon sat down, toying with his Sevres coffee cup, and motioned Balashev to a chair beside him.
Pete's eyes were twinkling as he took his plate and a cup of coffee.
She finished her oatmeal and pored herself a cup of coffee.
Pete stood and looked down at Davis, who was silently nursing his coffee.
Promptly at nine, she removed her apron and crossed to the table where Cade sat nursing his fifth cup of coffee.
He sipped at his coffee.
He was lounging against the kitchen doorway, staring down into his coffee cup.
She finished her sandwich and drank some coffee, shoving the thought to the deepest recesses of her mind.
Like the way his broad shoulders swayed so gracefully with each step as he strode to the corral - or the way he lounged in a doorway, coffee in one hand, one long leg thrown carelessly over the other.
She stopped, suddenly aware that Cade was propped against the kitchen door jam, nursing a cup of coffee.
He sauntered to the stove and poured himself another cup of steaming coffee.
Cade was standing in the doorway, coffee mug in hand.
The salad was in the refrigerator and coffee was ready on the stove.
She glanced up as he walked across the floor and poured a cup of coffee.
Finally she cleared the table while he sat back with a cup of coffee.
He turned to the stove, pouring himself another cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching her thoughtfully as he sipped the coffee.
We chatted briefly, agreed to have coffee and have been nearly inseparable ever sense.
Over pie and coffee that followed a meat loaf dinner, Betsy asked the question on all our minds.
Martha brewed coffee for us and hot chocolate for Howie.
At Martha's suggestion over coffee the next morning we decided on the public library in nearby Lynn as our destination.
Howie looked terrible as he poured a cup of coffee.
On Saturday morning Howie spoke up as we gathered for coffee.
In fact, he's gone missing, Quinn held a super market tabloid as we shared coffee before starting our day.
Once I was alone again, I pondered my unilateral decision to speak directly to Ethel Reagan as I sipped on cold coffee.
Howie, according to his morning coffee verbal sermons was enthralled with his property, especially his inherited garden, started by the previous tenant and lovingly cared for by him.
When I first met Howie in class I thought he was just this lonely guy but he seemed nice and we had coffee a time of two.
Two hours later, after too much coffee and too much worrying, and only Bumpus to talk to I telephoned Howie.
I was stewing over my third cup of coffee when my wife returned, with Julie and Molly in tow.
I could hear the sound of a baby breathing coming from a monitor on the coffee table.
After a stroll up town for coffee and a doughnut, I felt it was late enough to try Quinn in California.
She moved past me to the living room with a plate of muffins and coffee.
She reached for her lap top computer on the coffee table and fired it up.
After early toast, cereal, and requisite coffee, we were on our way.
I even had time to spare for a second cup of coffee before boarding the Acela Express for my five-hour trip to the City of Brotherly Love.
If you have time while you're in town, we could get together for coffee or something.
He set it down on the coffee table and returned to the computer.
A plate of half-finished food sat on the coffee table, and the kitchen was a disaster.
Wood was stacked beside it, and she turned the book sitting on the coffee table into newspaper to burn.
Traci joined them, coffee in hand, and they merged into the crowded mall.
Bird Song's managerial pair tried to present a breakfast happy face over coffee cake and muffins, but their efforts continued to fall short as they waited for Martha to make an appearance.
Dean was replenishing the coffee and setting plates for late breakfast arrivals when Maria, their newly hired helper, arrived.
The pair spent the balance of the morning emptying the washing machine and dryer, only to fill them with never-ending loads, while in between clearing dishes, brewing more coffee, and playing the jovial innkeepers.
Dean wondered if Bird Song could afford the food bill as he sat down and joined Pumpkin for a cup of coffee.
After lunch, photographer Brandon Westlake took the opportunity to show a montage of his recent shots, first on the parlor coffee table, and then, as the crowd increased, he presented a full-fledged slide show.
Cynthia agreed and as if in penance, gathered up plates and coffee cups while Westlake assembled his equipment.
The Deans were up at the first pink of dawn, but they didn't beat Fred O'Connor, who had already perked coffee, cracked eggs, and burned toast for their morning breakfast.
And somebody washed out the coffee pot.
Dean filled his coffee cup.
The others, when not lingering over coffee, were peeking in the kitchen for more pastries.
The object of his surveillance was seated at a back table in the coffee shop, sipping a cup of something with frothy cream atop it.
I bumped into him and we recognized each other and had a cup of coffee.
You're the guy I met in the coffee shop, aren't you?
Then he added, but if you can sneak it in, you might try Diversion, the coffee house.
Fred was referring to a coffee klatch of elderly town patriarchs whose words and advice on just about anything was often quoted in the local paper.
Are you going over to Diversions Coffee House tomorrow and talk to the curmudgeons?
Today's program was scheduled for a different track—meeting with the old timers, the curmudgeons, over their morning coffee meeting at Diversions Coffee House.
Dean returned to Bird Song mid-morning, showered, and walked the three blocks to Diversions, a combination used book store, coffee shop, and local gathering place, on Sixth Street, a half block from Main.
The shop was pleasant, with comfortable easy chairs in the front, coffee counter in the center and tables to the rear.
Two were reading different sections of a newspaper while Roger was stirring his coffee and chatting, although no one seemed to be listening.
Lydia's gun rested on the coffee table.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Alex enter the living room with a cup of coffee in one hand.
Alex was sitting on the porch swing, nursing a cup of coffee the morning they arrived to work on the house.
As she entered the kitchen, it was obvious he had made coffee and eaten a bowl of dry cereal.
Later he came through the patio door with an empty coffee mug and set it in the sink.
His lips were warm and tasted of sweetened coffee.
After getting them each a cup of coffee and a piece of the cherry pie she had made the day before, she sat down at the table with them.
Alex sprayed the mouth full of coffee he had just sipped.
It teaches compassion, because sitting on the bus, I know the person beside me is someday going to have to search his soul the same way I did, so I don't mind that he's spilling his coffee on my shoes.
Alcohol buffered her from her all-out panic, enough so that she was able to sip coffee without dropping the mug.
The coffee was half-filled with brandy.
She chugged the coffee.
Deidre nibbled on her food then pushed it aside to drink the coffee.
Deidre poured more coffee.
The sense of being overwhelmed made Deidre grip the coffee mug hard.
While she heard nothing, she smelled coffee.
Wynn poured her a cup of coffee and sat back, studying her closely.
Deidre drank her coffee in silence, feeling Wynn's gaze and unwilling to look at him after almost admitting to the plan.
I'll leave the coffee for you and check in later to make sure you haven't decided to act prematurely.
Deidre sipped her coffee.
The coffee was still warm.
Her cell phone had no signal, her head throbbed, and the coffee pot was empty.
Five cups of coffee later and a full Irish breakfast --without the blood pudding --settling in her stomach, she still couldn't shake the throb.
The breakfast room had cleared out an hour before, but the patient matriarch kept her coffee cup full and left her alone.
Except for the one who'd gasped, Molly, the half-Asian, half-Italian with beautiful coffee eyes and olive skin.
A'Ran awaited her with two swords looking alert, as if he'd been up long enough for his first cup of coffee to kick in.
Cynthia shivered, and took a sip from her cup of coffee.
He pulled his arm back as he reached for the coffee.
He offered Dean coffee with a wave of his hand as he continued to eat.
The sheriff took a long sip from his coffee and added.
She then pushed the three smaller denomination coins across the coffee table toward Fred.
After filling the coffee pot and setting the timer, he began turning out the lights.
Dean poured himself a cup of coffee.
I set up fresh a pot of coffee on the timer last night.
Dean fixed his stepfather a cup of coffee.
He rose and poured himself a cup of coffee.
Ryland's gear was piled by the door by the time the others were pouring their second cup of coffee.
Gladys waddled down, her jaw set like a drill Sergeant, looking as if she'd like to spit in Jerome's coffee.
Weller put his feet up on the coffee table and took a long swallow.
Fred had taken care of the early morning chores as Dean poured himself his first cup of coffee, dreading the inquisition he knew would be forthcoming from the old man.
Just west of the intersection, he pulled up to Cimarron Books, a small combination bookstore and coffee shop.
He asked Priscilla, the owner, for a cup and filled it from one of the coffee dispensers.
Is your phone at home busted? he asked as he sat down and asked Priscilla for a coffee.
Priscilla handed the Weller a coffee cup without being asked, a sure sign the sheriff was a regular.
If there's anything I can't stand it's tutti-fruitti coffee.
He leaned across the coffee table and reached for Bird Song's guest register, handing it to Dean.
Fred O'Connor sat alone in the parlor, notes spread around him on the couch and coffee table.
Dean wandered to the kitchen for pie and coffee for the guests while the others chattered in the parlor.
Weller poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
I brought you some coffee.
He stared into his coffee cup and shook his head.
She took the orchid from him, set it on the coffee table, stood back and admired it.
Um, is there coffee?
Connor shook his head with a half smile and started to make coffee.
Jackson grabbed a cup of coffee and hurried off to shower.
Jackson found Sarah sitting in the drawing room sipping coffee.
Would you have coffee with me?
No thanks, we're going out for breakfast, just having coffee here.
Elisabeth sat up when he brought in the coffee.
He handed her a coffee.
They rejoined the group as Sarah passed out dessert and coffee.
After dinner, Jackson and Elisabeth insisted they clear and make coffee while Connor and Sarah visited with his family.
Pouring some coffee into a thermos, she headed for the barn again.
Alex was lifting a pot of coffee from the stove when she entered the room.
She sipped her coffee, aware that Josh was watching her intently.
Lifting the cup of fresh coffee to his lips, he glanced up at her.
Alex pushed his empty plate back and swigged the rest of his coffee.
Katie gulped her coffee and followed him out the door, pausing to mouth "mother hen" to Carmen.
She picked up a coffee cup and met his cold gaze.
She slammed the coffee cup in the sink and the hot liquid splashed against the window.
If conversation is all you have in mind, why don't we go in and talk over a cup of coffee - maybe play a game or two with Katie.
I'll get you some hot coffee.
Katie came from the kitchen, balancing a full cup of steaming coffee.
Carmen took the cup of coffee and sipped it, feeling the warmth all the way down to her stomach.
A cup of hot coffee and a nap - then she would feel better.
More than an hour later she was pouring herself a cup of coffee and wondering if a person could get dehydrated from crying.
He pulled her micro free from his cargo pocket and set it on the coffee table beside the keypad.
A steaming bowl of soup awaited her on the coffee table.
He was slowly picking pieces of Styrofoam flotsam from his early morning cup of black coffee.
DeLeo tilted his head back, finishing the last of his coffee.
I'll bet you a cup of coffee it was a stupid accident.
I don't know anything about the case, but I know it would take a room full of CPA's to figure out how many cups of coffee you guys owe each other.
She led the detective through a kitchen cluttered with coffee cups, soiled plates and two half-eaten cakes.
The deck was furnished with wicker furniture, two chairs facing each other and a sofa with a coffee table in front of it.
Before he could respond, Mrs. Riley entered carrying a tray with coffee, two mugs and a plate of homemade doughnuts.
Both drank their coffee black and although both took a doughnut, Mrs. Byrne simply picked at hers, lifting the tiniest of crumbs with dampened fingertips.
She answered without pause and then spent long seconds looking down at her coffee, as if searching for words to clarify her statement.
It was an hour later when he pulled into an upscale tap house and while waiting for ribs and coffee, called Anderson.
Hunter connected him to an outside line before leaving to get them both coffee.
Dean heaved a deep sigh and plodded out to the kitchen for coffee.
As Dean smeared his whole-wheat toast with a coating of peanut butter, Fred poured the coffee, a sure sign he was looking for a favor.
I guess that means DeLeo won a cup of coffee, huh?
Andy Sackler met them at the door of the motel with a mouth full of doughnut and a coffee cup in his hand.
Why don't you guys run down the road and get another cup of coffee?
The coffee was good and so was the blueberry pie.
He rose abruptly, his coffee only half finished, and paid his bill.
Dean asked as he took the cup of coffee Winston offered.
Neither slept very well that night, and Dean was awake before the alarm, up fixing the morning coffee.
There was an upscale coffee shop a couple of blocks away and Fred suggested they stop for coffee.
She agreed to meet him at a highway coffee shop he remembered on the outskirts of Bala Cynwyd, in an hour and a half.
A stack of books rested in front of her and she sipped a cup of black coffee.
She continued to sip her coffee.
She insisted on paying for her own coffee.
That must be coffee money for those clowns.
Dean sipped the last of his cold coffee.
Winston had more to say but held off as Rita came by, handing him a cup of coffee.
The locals get their own coffee.
He poured a cup of cold coffee from the pot and picked up Mrs. Lincoln in one arm, interrupting her licking the remains of a bowl of chocolate pudding.
He sat at the kitchen table, sipping the cold coffee and patting the cat.
It took a pot and a half of coffee and a lot of patience before Dean learned just how complicated the Scranton excursion and return trip had been.
Before Dean finished hanging up his coat, pouring a cup of over-brewed coffee and settling in his chair, Rita Angeltoni dropped a pile of telephone messages on his desk.
We're going out for a cup of coffee.
The coffee pot busted?
Fred said as coffee and English muffins were served.
The two men downed a second cup of coffee as Dean brought Fred up to date, relating his phone conversation with Cece Baldwin.
But in spite of a quantum measure of misery, it was a holiday weekend, the day was beautiful, as Dean discerned as soon as he managed to pry his eyes open and inhale the smell of Fred's coffee.
Time sped by and he was surprised how quickly he pulled into the first rest stop and spotted Fred O'Connor working on a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin.
Fred O'Connor, in the company of Emma Blanding, was passing out coffee and hot chocolate to the grateful line of chilled cyclists.
The old man held out a cup of coffee to his stepson, who continued trying to catch his breath.
Dean sipped the hot coffee, thankful Fred didn't raise any questions about Betty from Boise.
Alex was standing on the porch, leaning on the rail and nursing a cup of coffee.
The coffee cup paused short of his lips as he met her gaze.
He took a sip of the coffee as he turned back to watch the rain.
He took another sip of his coffee, unruffled.
He swished the remaining coffee around in his cup and didn't answer immediately.
I just ate a little bit ago, but the coffee sounds nice.
Katie sipped her coffee.
Where do you keep the coffee?
She sat down and reached for her coffee cup.
She sipped her coffee a few times and finally gave up.
She held her coffee cup with both hands and sipped the hot brew.
Did she drink too much coffee?
Thinking back, it seemed her mother always had a cup of coffee close by.
Something about coffee, but what?
Honey, Do you want some coffee?
No one would write a love note to someone asking them if they wanted coffee.
Carmen poured his coffee and sat down in her chair.
I asked her if she wanted some coffee with sugar, but she didn't hear the word with.
They ate in silence and when he finished, he leaned back in his chair sipping his coffee, staring at the table absently.
Alex leaned forward in his chair and slowly set the coffee mug on the table.
She poured him a cup of coffee and sat down across the table from him.
Finally he took another sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair, studying her.
He took another sip of his coffee and leaned forward, setting the cup on the table.
Carmen poured them both a cup of coffee and sat down with a couple pieces of toast.
He sipped his coffee before responding.
She sipped her coffee, no doubt waiting for further explanation before commenting again.
Mums stared at her coffee.
Mums lifted her gaze from the steaming cup of coffee and sighed.
Mums nodded, her gaze shifting back to the coffee cup.
Mum's gaze lifted slowly from the coffee cup and fixed on Carmen.
Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he lounged against the counter dejectedly.
He stared down at his coffee, and when she touched his arm, he glanced up questioningly.
He set the coffee cup on the table and pulled her into his arms.
Carmen nodded, accepting the cup of coffee Mums offered.
He stood and gulped the last of his coffee.
Well, come on in and have some coffee with us.
Josh accepted, mumbling that he wasn't drunk, but some coffee sounded good.
Josh was sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee with Alex.
Josh shoved his coffee cup away, sloshing coffee on the table.
Lori wanted nothing but a cup of coffee, so Carmen went to the snack room to get one.
Pouring two cups of coffee, she headed for the living room.
He picked up his coffee and met her gaze with a touch of humor.
Placing the coffee cup on the window sill, he ran a hand through thick black hair that curled in all the right places.
Picking up his coffee cup, he finally settled back against the wall.
He took another sip of his coffee and then absently set it on the window sill.
He picked up his coffee cup and took a drink.
Alex choked on his coffee and set the cup back on the sill.
When she returned to the house, Alex was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.
With the house quiet, the two women retired to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and conversation.
Carmen placed a cup of coffee in front of Felipa and then settled into a chair opposite her.
Felipa held the coffee cup between her hands and stared into it.
Why don't you go down and have a cup of coffee.
Saturday morning Alex was lounging against the kitchen counter nursing a cup of coffee while she fixed breakfast.
He moved away from the counter and set his coffee cup on the table.
He walked over and poured the rest of his coffee in the sink, glancing at Carmen as he set the cup down.
He poured the rest of his coffee in the sink and pointed at her arm.
She poured a cup of coffee.
She found him in the kitchen, brooding over a cup of coffee.
He poured a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter sipping it.
His gaze dropped reflectively to the coffee cup and he swirled the coffee around in it absently.
He dumped the remains of the coffee in the sink and set the cup on the counter.
Why don't you make us some coffee?
He unfolded his arms and tossed some coffee into the boiling water.
He found two cups and pored them some coffee.
He sipped his coffee and a twinkle came into his eyes.
He swirled the coffee in his cup, examining it absently.
She sank to a bench and sipped on her coffee, letting its warmth invaded her body and relax her stiff muscles.
Keaton was lounging in the doorway, nursing a steaming cup of coffee.
She put on a pot of coffee and called him to eat.
She leaned over to pour his coffee and let one hand rest on his shoulder.
She nearly choked on the sandwich, and washed it down with some coffee.
He poured a cup of coffee and placed it beside her food.
He took a sip of his coffee, watching her over the rim of the cup with an amused expression.
His lips were warm and tasted of fresh coffee.
She grabbed her coffee cup and tried to wash down the warmth of his kiss.
I've got Cuban coffee.
His wife was also Cuban and made a damn strong cup of coffee.
At the bistro where she was a weekend waitress, she saw the same friends meeting up for coffee every Saturday.
He ignored it and went to the kitchen for coffee, the only human beverage he was able to tolerate.
Xander grunted and poured the first of many cups of coffee.
Xander took his coffee and went onto the balcony.
She set down a tray with an insulated, silver pot of coffee at its center.
Xander drank his coffee in silence.
Someone has to make you coffee.
Xander sat, and Gerry poured them both coffee, aware of his addiction for the bitter human drink.
The second floor smelled of coffee, and his was waiting for him on the porch, where he took it every morning.
He didn't see or sense her, like a ghost was prepping his coffee and ironing his shirt.
Xander went to the porch with his coffee.
He drank his mug of coffee and waited.
The daily routine of coffee and the blonde eased his tension.
Her small hand reached for his coffee pot.
You need more coffee?
She refilled the coffee pot and set another mug on the table.
He poured her coffee.
Do you all want coffee or anything?
He can't even make coffee.
Jessi ducked back from the railing and retrieved a cup of coffee.
Jessi made her own cup of coffee and went to the railing.
Toni was lecturing Gerry on how she took her coffee.
She poured him coffee.
By the way, Xander, you can get your own damn coffee.
He took her mug of coffee but remained in her space.
Jessi poured herself more coffee, eyes going to the blank iPad calendar.
The coffee was finished.
Frustrated, she took him a mug of steaming coffee.
She went through the nightstands, drawers and closets then ducked out to make sure he was still drinking coffee on the porch.
Jessi said nothing and reached across with her left arm to take the coffee.
She sipped her coffee without looking away.
If you can't carry my coffee, it is.
It was obviously no obstacle, considering you've got your coffee and your bed is empty.
Not about to get caught up in his games, Jessi rose with her coffee and started into the apartment.
Xander rose, snatching the flailing coffee mug with one hand while gripping her around the waist with his other.
Determined to swap it out for a picture of a horse or something bland, Jessi poured herself another cup of coffee and snatched the iPad, settling on the couch within view of the porch.
She tossed her salad and stood in line to get him his coffee then walked across the parking lot to the Barnes and Noble.
Jessi retreated behind the counter, placed the coffee in front of him and sat behind him.
Jessi stopped to grab Xander's coffee then walked with Ashley out of the mall an hour after they arrived.
Shirtless, he was on the porch with his legs propped up, no doubt waiting for his coffee.
She started the coffee then went to his room to escort out whoever he found.
With a shake of her head, she retreated to the kitchen to prep his coffee and feed the cat.
Not wanting to deal with him at all, she took the coffee out to the porch and left, even more irritated to see he wore the necklace she desperately needed to steal.
Jessi brought in a tray of coffee.
He reached for his coffee, unconcerned.
Xander stretched to grab the keys on his coffee table and tossed them to her.
He even went with her to the pet store for more kibbles after their coffee date.
Instead, he went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee.
Stressed and tired, she'd been too distracted by thoughts of what Jonny was plotting to grab coffee on the way in.
Instead, she grabbed a coffee and sat across the food court, within view.
You can make your own damn coffee.
Xander was waiting at one table, mug of coffee in hand.
Pepper is grown in considerable quantities in the districts of Ha-Tien and Bien-Hoa, and sugarcanes, coffee, cotton, tobacco and jute are also produced.
Excellent fruits are produced in its vicinity, and its exports include cacao, coffee, sugar, hides, tobacco and sundry products in small quantities.
Amongst imports raw materials (wool, cotton and silk, coal, oilseeds, timber, &c.) hold the first place, articles of food (cereals, wine, coffee, &c.) and manufactured goods (especially machinery) ranking next.
The use of tobacco, coffee, opium and wine were forbidden on pain of death; eighteen persons are said to have been put to death in a single day for infringing this rule.
The soil is in general very fertile, the principal products being rice, maize and pulse (kachang) in the lower grounds, and cinchona, coffee and tea, as well as cocoa, tobacco and fibrous plants in the hills.
The coffee cultivation has, however, considerably diminished.
It was the first German colony to dispense (1903-1904) with an imperial subsidy towards its upkeep. Several firms have acquired plantations in which coffee, cocoa, cotton, kola and other tropical products are cultivated.
The former apply principally to successions, stamps, registrations, mortgages, &c.; the latter to distilleries, breweries, explosives, native sugar and matches, though the customs revenue and octrois upon articles of general consumption, such as corn, wine, spirits, meat, flour, petroleum butter, tea, coffee and sugar, may be considered as belonging to thu class.
I For example, wheat, the price of which was in 1902 26 lire pe cwt., pays a tax of 74 lire; sugar pays four times its wholesale val,ii in tax; coffee twice its wholesale value.