At The Existentialist Cafe Novels & Stories

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.

“Thought you might change your mind.” I reached for the door handle. “I’ll book an Uber and go home.” “Zoey.” He sighed like I was being dramatic. “Relax and look opposite.” I followed his gaze and frowned. Across the street, directly facing the grand glass entrance of the Allister Hotel, was a café, small and old-fashioned, the kind with chipped paint and handwritten menus and potted plants that looked like they were fighting for survival. “That?” I asked. He smirked. “Yeah. That.”

But behind a chipped green door, under a rusted sign that read MG Tailoring (Closed), was a narrow staircase. And beyond that? A café. Quiet. Dim. Full of mismatched chairs and the scent of roasted beans and old books. The walls were lined with sepia-toned photos of strangers—once somebody, now nobody. No questions were asked here. Half the city’s ghosts came to this place to breathe, to vanish, to wait. Zogo stepped inside alone. Outside, Finn, Jerald, and Brook remained near the car, alert but silent. He moved through the café like a shadow.....calculated and cold. No one looked up. That was the rule.

They never know when there's a psychopath sitting next to them in the cafe, or a murderer walking freely down the sidewalk. I take off my overcoat before entering Angelic Donneli's favorite café. It was cold in Europe, but not so cold in America. I grab a newspaper from the entrance and approach the counter. The interior of the cafe is simple, more than I expected for the place that serves the president's daughter's favorite drink. - Hello. How can I help you? - asks the attendant smiling. Working with the public sometimes means smiling at nine o'clock on a Tuesday morning. - Hello. I want a coffee with almond milk, whipped cream and essence of mint.

It’s just that it’s good to get out of the house and have a breath of fresh air. “We are here!”. Derrick said as he packed the car. “Thank you Derrick. Do you want to go in with us?”. I asked him as I alighted from the car. “No, I'm fine, I will just wait here!”. Derrick replied back. “If you say so!”. I responded and Rose, Lisa and I started making our way towards the cafe. The cafe is painted white and sky blue. Even the security guard outfit is sky blue in color. Once we entered the cafe, I understood why it is called “the sky cafe”. The ceiling of the cafe looks as if it’s the sky itself. Heck the whole cafe looks as if it’s the sky itself. The tables, chairs and lights bulbs are made in

Skyler chuckled, and both of them headed to bed. … The next morning, Wilbur and Skyler woke up and went to get Xavi and Bentley to have breakfast together. However, when they arrived at the cafe, the owner refused to sell anything to them. Skyler was stunned. "Are you kidding me? We're paying customers, you know?" "I know you've all got good hearts in you, but you messed with Felix Cohen. My cafe's going to be shut down right away if I sell you anything. I'm really sorry," said the owner of the cafe helplessly.

You're going to live there until you die. As soon as you get off the train, leave the station from the main entrance and walk as far as you can in a straight line, following the signs for the bus station, before walking into the first cafe you see with a black car with tinted windows in front of the establishment, and two old men sitting in doors, talking with a single male cashier behind the counter. The cafe will be running a special offer that day that gives out a free drink if you can produce evidence of a train or bus journey that day, an edvertisement made as if it was trying to lure us in.

It’s like he’s about to rip Justin's head off. “Adam, we should go with them,” Chloe demands. She jumps to my side and swirls her arms around mine. Adam is not refusing but there is a hesitation in his eyes that I can feel. Why is he acting like this? We arrive at the same shop I usually go to. It is called Jenny Café. It is well-known for its wooden theme interior design and old-school vibes. All of us step in. I order coffee latté and the three of them order brewed coffee.