Academia Café Novels & Stories

It was clear this conversation held immense importance. Cecilia fiddled with a sugar packet, tearing it open and pouring its contents into her coffee as if it were an antidote to her building apprehension. The clink of the ceramic spoon against the cup created a tiny distraction, allowing her to cast her gaze subtly over Luna's shoulder. The movement of people around the café was rhythmic, a blur of activity – baristas crafting drinks, customers immersed in conversations, oblivious to the clandestine operation unfolding before them.

Ava's POV We decided to meet at lemon drops cafe, which was my favorite cafe in town. Lemon Drops Cafe had a really nice and cozy look. The tables were made of wood and had small vases with cute yellow flowers. The chairs were all different, it's like they were collected over time, giving a homey feeling. The walls had a mix of bricks and soft colors, making it a pretty background. The cafe got plenty of light from its big windows, and there were warm string lights hanging above, adding a nice touch to the environment. A big chalkboard showed the menu with tasty treats. The people working there always wore aprons with happy pictures of lemons. The counter looked a bit old but loved, where yo

Well, not until the student council secretary came to me. I inwardly groaned at the sight of her. I wanted to tell her to leave me alone as it was only 6 am in the morning, and I had no time for all her bullshit. But what shocked me was when she handed me a cup of coffee from the school’s café. Yes, you heard it right, our school has a café inside the campus and even a mini stop and other things you can see outside so that the students who go here wouldn’t feel too detached from the outside world. Explains why the tuition in this school is like gold!

“ I have a presentation this morning, but'm I’m free this afternoon? Around two? ” “ Two is perfect. Where? ” “ Not Java House. ” We both laugh. “ Definitely not Java House. There’s a café near Makerere. Café Javas on Bombo Road. Quiet, good coffee, and I promise to sit at least three meters down from you at all times. ” “ Two meters is fine. I’m feeling brave today. ” “ Brave looks good on you, Sarah Nakitende. ” My cheeks flush. I’m smiling like an idiot at my empty apartment.

"I care about compliance. You are the only buffer between this academic institution and the Alpha’s temper. I will excuse the absence this one time, but you are officially on thin ice. If you drop off the grid without notifying my office again, I will personally strip your scholarship and have you expelled from the university. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir. It won't happen again," I promised quickly, nodding my head. He dismissed me with a wave of his hand and marched toward the faculty lounge. I let out a shaky breath, the tight canvas of my binder cutting into my ribs. I had survived the academic trap, but I was already late for my afternoon shift at the cafe. I practically sprinted across

The Daily Dose Café - Two Days Later The smell of burnt espresso beans and wet wool was usually enough to mask anything here in the cafe, but today, it wasn't enough to mask Zara's exhaustion. She stood behind the counter of The Daily Dose, a cramped, humid coffee shop three blocks from campus that catered to sleep deprived students and budget conscious locals around the area. It was 3:00 PM on a Thursday. Outside, the sky was a bruised shade of purple, threatening another storm.

POV: Ava The scent of roasted beans and burnt milk usually acted as my sanctuary. The campus café, "The Daily Grind," was tucked away in a corner of the library basement, a place where athletes rarely ventured. It was my territory. Or at least, it was until Kai decided to make my life his personal playground.

“Thank you for this, Paul.“ He really made my first day fun. “It's fine.“ “I'll see you tomorrow?“ “Yes. But if you don't mind, of course, we could have coffee together before you leave?“ “Sure, I don't mind.“ His smile was relieved. “Let me just grab my things and say goodbye to the Professor.“ “Ok. I'll be waiting.“ It was chilly outside and, luckily for me, I had my sweater with me. “Let's go.“ “Where are we going?“ “Just down there. There's a pop-up café every week. It's near the pack square.“ I wondered if I'd see Jaxon. “So you're new to this place?“ “Yes. Isn't it obvious?“ “It is.“ He smiled sheepishly. “It's just I thought I knew everyone in the pack, and you just pop up all of a su

Outside, Mitch gestures down the street. "There's a little place down the road I sometimes stop for coffee." Without giving her a chance to refuse, I take the bag of books from her. "Let me carry that for you." The 'little place', a small cafe, is mainly occupied by student types. They sit in groups, wearing bohemian clothes and cheap gothic jewellery, arguing loudly. It's not quarrelling, but debate of the kind you get from the types that think they know the secrets of the universe, or they can put the world to rights by talking about it.

I pull on a long coat and sling my bag over my shoulder, stuffing my lecture notes and the worn notebook with all my recent research on Lycans inside. Before heading to the lecture hall, I stop at the on campus café. The place is already buzzing with early risers, students cramming notes, professors scrolling through tablets, baristas calling out orders over the hum of conversation and clinking mugs. I wait in line, the smell of coffee and warm pastries wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. When I reach the front, I offer a tired smile. “Large black coffee, and one of the egg and cheese croissants, please. To go.”