At The Existentialist Cafe Novels & Stories

XAVIER The bell above the door hadn't even finished its cheerful chime before the atmosphere in the coffee shop died. It wasn't just my size or the way my clothes and security team fanned out behind me like a shadow cabinet. It was the heat coming off me. I moved to the... hipster morning customers as they parted like the Red Sea. I didn't see the menu boards or the line of people waiting for lattes. I only saw the back of Vanessa's head and the pale, frozen mask of Laura's face across from her.

she whispered to the waiter when he returned to her table with a mug of iced coffee for her. "The best you can find out here," the waiter noted, and slid his hands into the pocket of his white apron. "Anything else?" "No," Sasha nodded in response. The waiter walked away to the next table to receive their order. The beauty of a cafeteria always resides in the bond between every customer and the seat they chose to sit, she thought. Gently, she opened her laptop and began a stream of consciousness, writing anything that crossed her mind whether or not it made sense. She paused on several occasions to observe the environment. The two men sitting across the right end were lost in their conservat

it's a small cozy cafe named'BAKE MY LOVE',. Ahh rubbish.. people do alot of weird stuff for the publicity and guess what this name sucks to me.. Although I didn't like the name of cafe still looking at the interior I visited inside.. It was a cozy cafe filled with light music and a shelf of books... at one wall there written loads of quotes... One of the lady came to take my order, I didn't look at her and ordered the weirdest dish which they were serving.. GOOSEBERRY CHEESECAKE

"Good morning! What can I get for you?" Stanley scans the menu written on a chalkboard above the counter. "I'll have a black coffee and one of those croissants, please." "Coming right up," the barista replies, expertly preparing his order. Stanley finds a seat by the window, where he can watch the world go by. As he settles into his chair, he takes a deep breath, savoring the moment. The café’s ambiance, combined with the scenic beauty of the street outside, provides a much-needed respite from the recent tensions in his life.

I don't want to add a ridiculous romance story. "Looks like our cafe is getting crowded." Elle said excitedly. I turned to her as I finished putting the cookies on the grill. "You think so?" I scanned my café, and it had indeed stabilized. Thanks to Beau Maxwell... I'll see him later. "Thank, God." "By the way, the cafe a block away from us is closed." "The cafe...?" "..that attracts our customers." I frowned. "Woah, that's surprising. Do you know why?"

He had no idea why they would agree to meet up here but he was there already and there was nothing he could do to change that. With his lips set into a thin line, Tyler pushed the glass doors of the buzzing cafe open and he stepped into the dark chained themed room. He realized too quickly then that it wasn't just a regular cafe but a biker's one which made sense because of the person he was about to see.

exclaimed one of the youngest male employees barging into the chat, calling the waiter and allowing Nadhea and Xander messages as he pleased. Xander licked his lips at the menu and said, " I'll have salad, medium beef steak and capuccino coffee."Nadhea and those around her do not deny that Beta's attitude is very different. Something's not right if Xander's too carefree today. But Nadhea quickly ordered where a complete food package, mango juice and ice cream as a dessert. The waiter took the order and gave it to the chef. The cafe below the hotel is very crowded during working hours so need to reserve a seat so I can get a part. Mrs. Thalita was in charge of it along with other children gua

I say. We stand there, both of us listening to the hush where yelling would live if we were different people. The peonies perform peace in the background. He reaches for his coffee. I reach for mine. Our hands almost touch on the wrong mug and both of us pretend not to notice the spark that chooses impact over decorum. “Text me the café,” he says. “You already know the café.” A beat. “I do,” he says, not sorry. “Stalker.”

, and I appreciated the convenience. Lara and I were already seated and waiting for the new client in a quaint cafe owned by one of the pack members. The café was quiet, with only a few patrons scattered about, minding their own business. I was contentedly munching on a chocolate chip cookie when the bell above the entrance chimed, signalling someone had walked in. Curious, I glanced up—only to freeze in shock. I began coughing uncontrollably, choking on my cookie as I tried to process who had just walked through the door.

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.