Academia Café Novels & Stories

The second the hot beverage hit her tongue, she couldn’t refrain herself and spit it all out. Old Al’ and Mat waves of laughter resonated in the café while Bianca was trying to get her composure back. « Ohlala what is that ? » she had now teary eyes and the sourness was killing her. Old Al’ gave her a glass of water « This is what people here call cow piss… » « Excuse me! I like to call it the sorcerer’s coffee grounds » said half vexed Mat. « I can make you another one, it might be good… we never really know. »

He reads it almost immediately like he has been waiting for me to message him, I see the three little blinking icons that indicates when the other person is typing and I push the door open, the smell of fresh pastries hit my nose and my belly grumbles hungrily. I look down at the text from Benjamin, "On my way!" It reads. I look up to find a booth. The interior of the cafe is cozy, it is almost like a walk-in bakery but the owner changed his name halfway and decided it would be a coffee shop too. The nude coloured booths match the wood floor, the soft lightings accentuates everything. The space is huge but made to feel intimate somehow. There are a couple of people, most are students with ea

"I don't know. Most days, I don't even know why I'm in college." Kiki waves me off. "Don't worry. I think everyone feels that way from time to time." I take over when Kiki leaves at eleven, weathering the lunch rush. The potent smell of coffee embeds into my clothes, but I don't mind it. The café is warm and the loudest sounds come from the expresso machine and blenders; the lingering denizens are tranquil as they sip and read and type. In the winter, this is an oasis from the snow and cold, and the seats by the artificial fireplace are always occupied.

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?"

“For additional information, the person who taught me was an acquaintance of my grandfather's maternal grandfather. He is a very fun person and is still healthy even though he is already sixty-eight years old this year. Keith also learned about coffee before taking over this cafe. Do you want to try visiting the place? Now is not the right time, since he only opens his cafe to the public on Sundays now. Which is usually after the morning worship.” All the scenarios that had been in his imagination shattered in an instant, turning into fading shards of glass. He puffed out his cheeks, holding back his embarrassment for just thinking such nonsense about his own boyfriend. He did not want to ad

Hood low, eyes sharp. “Come with me. Let’s go eat at the cafeteria.” I laughed under my breath. “Since when do you order me around?” “Since you don’t take care of yourself.” His mouth curled, almost smug. “So I will.” I gave him a look. “And when did you become my nutritionist?” His mouth twitched. I groaned, but followed anyway. The café was right outside the campus. It was loud, students everywhere. We found a corner booth. Jake leaned forward before I’d even set my bag down.

Garret offers, “He’s a professor at the Lupin university. He studies a lot about how our mental state can affect our ability to connect to our wolves. He would probably love to talk to you.” I eagerly accept. I can’t say no to that can I? It sounds exactly what I need. So now it’s two days later and My driver has just dropped me off at a small café on the campus of Lupin university. The Grind. I cringe at the cheesy name but as I walk in Inhale the rich, warm smell of coffee and pastries and it makes me smile. I haven’t been in a coffee shop in so long. It’s also my fist time out of the palace alone so I am a bit nervous. I say alone, there is a security guard stood at the door looking very

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

The café was buzzing with the familiar chatter of students, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wrapping around them like a familiar embrace. Cups clinked against saucers, the espresso machine hissed, and laughter carried across tables. Elena stirred her iced latte absently, sitting across from Avonlea, watching her best friend’s eyes glimmering with the same warmth they always had, but something about her today was different as she animatedly recounted her final days at the internship, how she’d somehow managed to charm the notoriously stern finance director into giving her a recommendation letter.

I slipped out of bed, needing the oblivion of caffeine and a moment to piece together the incredibly reckless, unbelievably satisfying night I’d just had with a complete stranger I’d met at O’Malley’s after far too many vodka sodas following my disastrous breakup. Padding into his minimalist living room, my eyes landed on a framed photo on the sleek, dark bookshelf. Him. Looking impossibly distinguished in some kind of formal academic robe, his hand clasped with the university president. Below it, a small, silver plaque read: “Draco Thorne, Head of Literature Department.”