At The Existentialist Cafe Novels & Stories

I need all four of you alive when we go back home" finished, I was breathing hard at the end of it. She was quiet for a while before she nodded in agreement. I looked over at Emily and we shared a look of understanding before resuming back to what we were doing. It was deadly quiet in the cafe. It was now late and the now very filled and busy cafe was now empty except for I and the girls pacing about and sipping coffee to keep us awake and some dudes in the corner over there. I was glad the cafe was a twenty four seven open one and would allow us to stay for as long as we wanted as long as we bought something. The lone waitress stood behind the counter, she was bubbly and was quick to give u

"But there's this Cafe—" "Wook!" Paris' eyebrows narrowed now at the male who was now bouncing excitedly on his feet, pointing across the road to an Ice Cream Parlour called 'Lickety Splits'. "Sweets, huh?" She turned to him, a small smile on her face. "That isn't food, honey. Desserts always come after," "Bwut—" There was a pout on his face now before Paris cut him off. "As I was saying," He glared at the male. "There's a Cafe, that has actual food. We can go to his place after. If we need to,"

I ruined everyone's life because of my wrong decisions, and my wrong choices were all coming back to me again. “I heard that you're back,” he whispered hoarsely. I could feel his warm breath on my face. I nodded, then swallowed hard. “Yeah. How did you...” “Why don't we eat lunch first?” “Oh, there's – uh – a café inside this building. The burger here’s good. Do you want to try it?” “Sure. Lead the way.” We went to Saint Antony’s Café at the ground level, and Henry ordered hamburger and two cups of iced tea for both of us.

Helena was satisfied with the waiter's explanation and ordered from the menu. Not long after, the café bell rang again. But Helena kept her eyes on it. After all, anyone is free to visit this cafe, right? Just like Tiara, who is now focusing her attention on Helena. She's not paying attention to someone who enters the cafe area. But it was different with the person who came into the cafe area, looking around carefully. This was particularly true at the table where the key client was seated with the formidable Foxwoman named Tiara Jacob. The man sat down in a less conspicuous spot to keep an eye on things. He was relaxed, as if he already knew the vibe of this cafe, even though it was his fir

“Cafe?” They grin, almost sitting up in unison. “Cafe it is.” We decide on a nearby cafe, known for its strong coffee and its fluffy, cloudlike croissants. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, a gentle hum of chatter filling the air. We settle into a table in the window after grabbing our coffee and pastries, and I’m grateful for the easy conversation, for the warmth of the sun, and for the laughter that temporarily makes me forget about last night’s awkward kiss with Karl.

Noel drifted his eyes between the staff and his still cooking sausages. "It's okay, just go. It will be dangerous if it were left unattended." The female staff said and cracked a brief smile before urging Noel to the exit door. Noel nodded and quickly went out from the cafe using the back door while trying to cover his nosebleed to prevent any shock from the visitors around. Again, he felt the pang in his chest, that gradually grew as if his chest is hollowing. Really, what is this?... *** Ricky Lunchtime came by quick. Just like before, Ricky, Adam, and Taylor decided to eat at the literature club's cafe. Mainly because their dishes were splendidly delicious.

he asks me, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "yeah, I guess, I'm sure you do as well..." we make our way to the nearest cafe. We enter a coffee shop called 'le brisk' translates roughly to the brisk I tell jasper to order me an ice tea while I go to the restroom.Let's just say my visit to the restroom was an eventful one. I went into the ladies (Obviously) but I didn't get very far, I was pulled against the wall, then a black bag was pulled over my head.

Ciel Cafe is a two-story building located at the center of the city. With its modern futuristic design, this cafe was certainly a go-to place for those who love taking pictures. It was also a perfect place for people who wants- to break free from the clamor of the world. The first floor was a place reserved for the customers, while the second floor was; catered solely for their V.I.P customers. The pleasant sound of chime was; heard the moment Angelo opened the door of; the cafe. As soon as he was inside, Angelo looked for a two-seater seat- so that he and Cassandra could have a private conversation with each other later.

Annalissa Hale The next day, the café smells like roasted hazelnuts and warm pastries. I’m wiping down the counter when the last wave of customers drifts in. Tourists with cameras, students hunched over laptops, an old man who always orders the same espresso and sits by the window pretending to read the paper. It’s quieter today. I absently rub my belly as I work. A few more weeks. That’s all that’s left before I finally meet them.

After everything he asked me to follow him to a cafe to slip some coffee We reached a small, quiet café, one tucked away from the bustling streets. It was cozy, with soft lighting that made everything feel less harsh, less real. The man ordered two cups of tea, and we sat by the window, looking out at the world that seemed to move faster than I could ever keep up with. I wanted to tell him everything. How everything in my life felt like it was crumbling, how Xander’s presence weighed on me like a curse I couldn’t break, how I was trying to survive but sometimes, just surviving didn’t feel enough.