While the Coffee Is Hot

By DIONESIO

While the Coffee Is Hot

A tender, emotional story about love, forgiveness, and second chances.

When Beatriz reopens her family's old café, she adds something new — a small wooden box where anyone can leave an anonymous note.
Some are love confessions. Others are apologies, regrets, or things too heavy to say out loud.
But one morning, Beatriz finds a message that changes everything:
a note written by the man she once loved — and swore never to see again.

As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, While the Coffee Is Hot unfolds like a series of quiet revelations — about what we leave unsaid, what still lingers after goodbye, and how the heart learns to begin again.

In the soft light of the café, between letters and steaming cups, strangers share pieces of themselves.
Each note becomes a whisper of hope, a confession of pain, or a reminder that even broken hearts still know how to feel.

This is a story for those who have loved deeply, lost gently, and dared to try again —
because some stories, like coffee, are meant to be savored before they grow cold.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DIONESIO
• Release date: Nov 13, 2025
• ISBN: 9798232271169

Book preview

WHILE THE COFFEE IS HOT

The precise moment one allows themselves to feel again

© 2025 DIONESIO. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means — electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise — without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or critical articles.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Cover Design: Dionesio

Interior Layout: Dionesio

Original Title:Enquanto o Café Está Quente

English Edition:While the Coffee Is Hot

Dedication

For those who learned to love between a sip and a silence.

May you always find warmth in what remains. ☕

Epigraph

Some stories, like coffee, must be felt before they grow cold.

Author’s Note

This book was written for those who have ever loved, lost, and dared to begin again.

For the hearts that discovered that forgiveness doesn’t erase the past — it transforms it.

May your next cup of coffee remind you that it’s never too late to feel… while it’s still warm.

Beatriz owns a cozy café where each customer leaves an anonymous note with something they never had the courage to say. Some write about past loves, others about silent pains or unspoken desires.

One day, she finds a note that shakes her to the core — it’s from someone from her past, someone she swore she’d never want to see again. When that man reappears, wearing the same familiar smile, she must decide whether to make room for forgiveness… or finally close the door to her heart.

While the Coffee Is Hot is a story about imperfect loves, second chances, and the precise moment one allows themselves to feel again.

THE NOTE WITHOUT A SIGNATURE

Rain streamed down the windows of the small corner café like stubborn tears, washing away the routine of the city’s old downtown. It was a cold afternoon, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air with a quiet, almost therapeutic comfort. The chalkboard sign at the entrance carried its usual invitation: Come in. Here, you can be whoever you want.

Beatriz watched the movement outside while polishing the same glass for the third time. Her gaze wasn’t really there—it was caught somewhere far away in time. There was something in the way the steam rose slowly from the cup she held, something that recalled silent farewells and words that had never found their way out.

Since opening Café Horizonte, Beatriz had kept a ritual: each customer could leave an anonymous note in a small wooden box in the corner of the room. Notes filled with confessions, regrets, desires. She had never read a single one. Not until that day.

IT WAS AN IMPULSIVE GESTURE

Or perhaps it wasn’t. The box was fuller than usual, and as she reorganized it, a piece of paper slipped to the floor. It was folded carefully, as if it held something sacred. Beatriz picked it up. Read it. And froze.

Eight years ago, I left something here that I don’t know if I can ever get back. But I need to try. Do you still like cinnamon in your coffee?

The paper trembled in her hand. She didn’t need a signature. The taste of cinnamon was too vivid a memory to be a coincidence.

The past had a name, brown eyes, and a crooked smile she had sworn to forget: Jamiro.

The man who had left without explanation. The man who had chosen silence at the most fragile moment between them. And now, he was back. First on paper. Then, in flesh and bone.

He walked into the café the next morning as if time had stopped at the exact moment of their goodbye. Same worn jacket, same calm stride. His eyes found hers as though they had always known where to look.

Hi, Bia.

SHE DIDN’T ANSWER

She simply placed a cup on the counter.

Black coffee. A pinch of cinnamon.

He smiled, grateful. But he didn’t touch the drink.

I didn’t come just for coffee.

She knew. He didn’t need to say it. But she wasn’t ready to listen, either.

The silence between them was filled with memories:

afternoons spent reading Bukowski together,

the first time they shared an umbrella,

the night he disappeared after promising to stay.

And no one made a promise like that to Beatriz without consequence.

You know you left me the day my mother died?

The question came out more like