At The Coffee Shop Of Curiosities の小説・ストーリー

There was not much of a crowd here as it was morning time. They went to the 2nd floor & started walking towards the coffee shop. Emily had heard about this coffee shop many times. It was one of the most famous coffee shops in the city & the special cappuccino here was so delicious that all people always talked about that in their college. As Emily loved to drink coffee, she always wanted to try this coffee shop.

Said lungs continue to fuss as the dark clouds that aren’t just in my mind give to a light drizzle. I know that my head cannot take bloody murder screaming, so I settle for whatever source of sugar and caffeine is within walking distance of our new ground floor condo. So we, me, Tio, and the security team, courtesy of his third Daddy, trudge to the café around the corner where the most interesting person happens to be. Coming into the small and cozy bakery that I’m shocked is open at this hour. An empty pastry case and counter greet me with a rather annoyed little growl attached to one of the nicest asses I’ve ever seen up in the air beneath a table.

Soft light filtered through lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on the worn wooden floors. Nothing better than a piping hot brew with fresh croissants to brighten my already gloomy day. Mismatched chairs surrounded tables adorned with small potted succulents and candles in glass jars. The walls were lined with shelves holding an eclectic mix of books and mugs, some clearly handmade, their imperfect shapes adding charm. A soft hum of jazz played in the background, blending seamlessly with the gentle clinks of cups and the low murmur of conversation. Behind the counter, a barista with a friendly smile moved with practiced ease, steaming milk and preparing orders with care. The coffee shop

Chapter 53: Hidden Agendas (Jaime’s POV) The coffee shop was nestled between a dusty bookstore and a bakery that always smelled like vanilla and burnt sugar. Jaime picked it for the quiet—and for the kind of charm that made people overlook the tension in a conversation. She sat near the window, one hand wrapped around a cooling cup of chai, the other idly scrolling through nothing important. She hated that she’d answered Jacob’s message. Hated more that she was curious. “You should know what your new friend is really doing.”

I don't know what he'll like right now but I'm sure he will not be offended by an Americano. The girl from the coffee shop has a story for me when I walk in. The place is empty and she is turning on the lights at the back. On the display case, I see the mountain of snacks and desserts and laugh in the crook of an elbow. "So did you know you could lie down on a patch of grass and empty out your lungs and float? Did you know that?" She seems strangely enthusiastic when she asks the question and I know that it is foolish—the fake facts piled in front of me—but I pretend to believe it. And at that moment when my mind drifts back to Larry on the couch, I wonder what he'll say if I told him this.

Her skin started to tingle, and her body seemed to be on fire in anticipation. “Thanks.” “Have you checked around?” “Not yet. Just arrived last night. And I am actually looking for a restaurant or a coffee shop.” “How about you check out Clarity? They have tables and serve coffee. You’d love their amazing variant of cupcakes.” “I could use coffee. Thanks.”

Clyde chuckled, gently taking my hand in his immediately we arrived at the coffee shop. It was a quaint, little shop with murals painted in warm colors covering the perimeter of the walls. The aroma of fresh coffee beans and cream made me instantly relax, a sigh escaping my lips. The six of us quickly found the biggest table in the shop and made ourselves comfortable, which was quite easy because the shop was nearly empty. Cindy dropped down on her chair, the back of her palm on her head as she let out a dramatic sigh. “Tsk, tsk, tsk….today drained me.”

Such a fun chapter!! Chapter 11 - Colton Hastings doesn't get jealous. ~~~ Café Day was a small coffee and cupcake shop that sold reasonable yet extremely delicious creamy and unhealthy food. It was exactly what anyone would need on a hot Sunday morning. Starbucks was just a few blocks away from it, still, Café Day was never short of customers. The majority of students preferred Café Day due to its not-so-soaring-the-sky rates. Plus they rarely wrote the names on the cups wrong.

I didn't want to interrupt her, so I quietly left the workshop, exited the shop, and went in search of refreshing drinks. Delicious smells wafted from the open door of the coffee shop. I followed the scent and found myself standing in front of a large green menu board advertising too many types of drinks, both hot and cold. I'll get Coco a big bottle of water, a soda for myself, and a brownie for both of them. The woman has already earned a whole pan of cakes, and she hasn't even finished yet.

As Elena walked into the coffee shop, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled her senses. Her best friend and room mate Lucia, who worked part-time there, greeted her with a beaming smile as she approached the counter. "Look who's here," Lucia exclaimed. "I missed you last night." But her cheerful expression quickly turned into suspicion as she asked, "Where did you spend the night?"