Selena 's p.o.v I walk into the dainty and simple coffee shop that I always get my morning coffee from. I look around in the shop seeing all the familiar elderly faces. I never bother to say a word to any of them but smile. I just don 't feel the need to socialize at 9 o 'clock am when I 'm an enervated mess. They 're all usually eating their breakfast or reading their daily newspaper anyways. Not so many young people come here but me. It 's either the shop 's unappealing aspect or the coffee isn 't really good, is to blame for the lack of attracting young customers. I admit the coffee isn 't of the highest quality in the java world but it 's cheap. My taste buds have gotten used to the taste, though. Tapping my fingers along the brown …show more content…
Holy beauty! This man is a distraction that for a second it felt like the world had just froze. My eyes are fixated on him standing before me. My mind keeps running two words over and over again, "fuck me". I can already sense the moisture soaking my panties. God this man 's eyes are beautiful, golden shining brown eyes that can burn holes through my body. His sharp define jawline that I wouldn 't mind tracing with my fingers delicately. His hair, his lips, his tattoos on his arms, his built body shape. He has the most amazing physical features that I 'm literally mesmerized. His strong ascendancy seemed to have taken a fast toll on me. Men like him are, dangerous. "Miss?" he speaks up with a voice that creates a shiver to run down my spine. What did I just say? This man is dangerous. I shake my head quickly to release any sexual thoughts right now. I should be angry. No, I should be furious. He wasted my money, ruined my clothes, and soon enough maybe will ruin my panties. Gathering all the confidence that I can find in myself, I look at the piece of art in front of me. "Y-Yes?" I stutter out, immediately wanting to slap myself for coming off like some kid who just got lectured and is too scared to make any peep. "I apologize for this mess but I 've only got 10 minutes until I 'm late to my meeting," he speaks with such dominance in his tone that it 's actually turning me on. His eyes are on me with a way that shows fascination. Staring
According to a survey conducted in Shanghai shows that 24% of those aged 41-50 years old and between 20 -30 years old there is 18% people often go to sip a coffee. Therefore, The Coffee Club target market will be people working in offices and university students and faculty.
His physical characteristics, mannerism, and personality captivated me. He is tall, Caucasian. His brown eyes match the color of his hair, and his white skin makes his hair looks darker. His breath is fresh and tempting; his lips tantalizing. His jaw bone is like the one of an angel and everything in him is beautiful. His long neck is always well perfumed, and every time you get near you can feel the sweet-smelling fragrance. His long, toned arms can hug you like a bear along with his hands that are big and masculine. His chest is hard and tanned; his abs prominent. His long, strong legs are like the ones of a sports man as well as his feet. His gentlemanly mannerism and courtesy are one of a kind. Furthermore, he is intelligent and mature. He can have fun like a little boy and can make me laugh with whatever craziness he does. He is very energetic and a great leader. He may be explosive at times, but most of the times he reasons before he talks and knows exactly what to say. The man
“No need to stare, young one. You’ve never paid this close of attention to my born form.” I glanced up to see his chapped lips pulled up in a devilish smile. Raspy laughter could barely be heard, the only way to truly tell the subtle noise was coming from the man before me was the slight shake of his shoulders. I clasped my hands beneath the table, trying to find some way to begin the conversation we were to have.
“Wow, she's talkative, you got a good one this time, cuz.” His voice was grinding on me and all I wanted to do was smack him.
are struck by the the very detailed workings of his hair and beard. His thick, curly and
The only answer I got was a smile, he was enjoying this. He was going to enjoy being ripped apart by me, too.
This man is stunning, not only is he stunning but charming as well. He is capable of sweeping any woman off their feet with the glance of one eye, other than that he was previously married but then soon abandoned
We don’t find many of you around here.” He pulled out of me. I reached for his cock. He straddled my face and put the head of his cock on my lips and exploded on my face. The guy beneath me pushed and I rolled off of him and onto my stomach. He continued fucking me in the ass. He got me into a doggie position and pulled my long hair back. He rocked in me and moaned and pulled on my hair.
“What do you mean?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing and you had to fight the slight smile that came to your lips at the adorable sight.
It was lust at first sight. His face, his laugh, his body. Everything about him drew me in, matching a moth to a flame. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch who I am inside, but he can’t.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his smile, I was undone! His smell was like roses, his face like the sun!
"Darling," He moans only a foot and a half away from me. "call my name. Be rough, yell at me. Just let it be my name. I want a preview of what I going to make-." I scoot away from him and speak.
Another way The Java House convinces students at The University of Iowa to get their coffee to go if they aren’t going to study is by appealing to pathos, or emotions. The Java House engages all the senses to promote a studious environment. Immediately entering the coffee shop, one will notice it is dimly lit, with a darker color scheme and warm-toned antique furniture. The color scheme, as well as the lighting, invoke a sense of relaxation into University of Iowa student customers that is perfect for studying and not so much for socialization. Although many students have earbuds or headphones in, low volume, calm music plays throughout the shop. The music volume and genre allow for students to stay on task and not to get distracted easily. The subtle smell of coffee also engulfs the whole shop, creating an even more relaxing atmosphere. Lastly, when looking around one will notice the vast majority of students are doing school work. All the senses work together to communicate that The Java House is a quiet, relaxing environment ideal for studying and productivity, not for friendly get-togethers or dates. Therefore, if that was a student’s intention they should get their coffee and go somewhere else more lively, fun, or casual, so they could better enjoy themselves and make sure not to disturb or distract those working at The Java House.
The demand for coffee shops is born from the increased number of individuals seeking coffee brewed outside of the home. This creates a larger market for coffee shops. An increased amount of people are starting their mornings off by purchasing breakfast and a cup of coffee away from home (Tuttle 2014), more people are enjoying gourmet coffee (NCA National Coffee Drinking Trends 2015 Infographic), and younger generations are demanding more coffee and coffee drinks from coffee shops (Tuttle 2014, S&D Coffee and Tea inc. 2014, Statista 2015). Coffee shops must compete with at home coffee, work place coffee, and teas for the caffeinated beverage markets (LN 2015). Demand for coffee within different markets varies, and provides competition for coffee shops. Single cup coffee makers, increasingly qualitative instant coffees, and gourmet beans are all sources of competition that could satisfy the demand for coffee. However, coffee shops are becoming more ingrained in social
"I 'm sorry" is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, his eyes are water as he pulls keys out of his pockets I