Novel & Cerita Academia Café

If I could refresh my mind, it would be enough. My decision was made and I sat up from the bed to prepare. … Hawthorne College, being prestigious and well funded for years, had its fair share of secondary ventures, many of which had transformed into hotspots that evolved over the decades. Their cafe was one of them. Hawthorne Cafe, commonly dubbed as HC or ‘The Spot’ was a large, sprawling building with sleek minimalist decor and high end equipment, rivalling high end franchises. It served as a common ground for everybody within the College. Whether it was students who came to hang out or work part time, Professors, other staff or even random people who came around the college, they could of

When was the last time I'd ordered coffee just because it sounded nice, not because it was what Kyle preferred? I chose a corner table, half-hidden by a potted fern. The café hummed with life around me. Two college students at the next table debated their thesis topics, gesturing animatedly. An elderly couple shared a massive cinnamon roll, feeding each other bites between fond smiles. A young mother bounced a baby on her knee while typing one-handed on a laptop. They all seemed so... normal. Happy. When was the last time I'd felt that way? "Mind if I join you?"

"Looks like I had a past trauma as a child." "What trauma?" Manda narrowed her eyes and placed her cup on the table. The two of them were sitting at the Moon Cafe that morning. Incidentally, the lecturer postponed the lecture time a little later because there was a graduation ceremony, so while waiting for class hours, Athena invited Manda to the Moon Cafe which she usually visited every morning. Manda is a fan of coffee, she said that coffee can make her feel fresher for the day.

This Cafe is has one of the best coffee and crossoints in the town. As I turn the cafe board to open crowd started coming in and I started taking their orders one by one. I went in the kitchen to place the orders to chef and my phone chimmed. I went to see the email and it was form Walls Academy of business. The emails goes as Hello Miss Lotus. we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected with a full scholarship for freshman year. Your classes will start form coming Monday please register your self with hostel and classes before that. Thanks and regards

“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.”

I got my books out and started studying while enjoying the coffee. I will wait till they close, so I can speak to the owner. After a couple of coffees, it was midnight. I had been studying in the café for hours without realizing it, Charles called me a couple of times and I shut my phone to focus on studying. I also saw Dustin and this girl from my Maths class working here. I covered my head with the hood of my jacket, so they couldn’t see me. “Do you want anything, Lavi?” Dustin asked as he stood next to the door.

And as we started the next run-through, the tension from earlier slowly melted away into the music. The café across from the school smelled like cinnamon and espresso. It was a tiny place tucked between a bookstore and a florist, with mismatched chairs and walls covered in photos of dancers who’d performed at Brixley. Zach led the way like he’d been here a hundred times, sliding into a booth by the window. “Best hot chocolate in town,” he said, pushing a menu toward me. “Their coffee’s great too, but you look like a hot chocolate person.” I smirked. “Do I now?”

“Hmmmm.” “Coffee?” he asked. I checked the time. It was late in the afternoon. Weird timing. “Sure,” I said. “There’s that café near campus.” “Give me twenty minutes?” “Works for me.” We hung up and I slipped my phone back into my pocket and headed out again. The café was one of those quiet places tucked between two bookstore fronts, the kind where students camped out with laptops for hours pretending to study. When I stepped inside, Liam was already there.