Battleground Cafe Novels & Stories

"Two extra-large coffees and two cokes! And please, hurry up! I totally forgot about them!" "You'll have them in a minute!" Good God, this day has no end. The cafe is fully packed up and some other people are waiting outside for a table to get freed. Where's this place? Downtown Long Beach, California. Why is it so popular? I have no goddamn idea. Maybe it's because of the perverted idea of my boss to make us wear super short uniforms. Just a tiny tight black dress with the name of the cafe written on its back in gold lettering. '7th Heaven'. Hell of uncomfortable clothing to work into.

Warning Rated PG+18 Thirty minutes later, the group had found a lodging place near the town’s park. It was a bed and breakfast inn that had a small main hall, and simple but clean rooms, for which the couple was grateful. While they waited for Eddie and his men to arrive, Ben found a small cafe nearby and ordered something for them. Inside the cafe bar, they noticed how gloomy and chilled the place was, with soft lounge music and a more ambient atmosphere. The overall view has a solid, incandescent, out-of-the-way polish style and a small, well-stocked wine cellar in the middle.

April. Blue Dawn was a cozy coffee shop in the central business district. It was run by a nice middle aged woman of African American descent. I had been to the place before and loved it for the relaxing and romantic atmosphere created by the light brown themed interior. The employees were nice and the coffee was delicious.

I did want to talk to him about us being mates but I also chose to say that because I knew that he'd do anything to get me to accept the mate thing and if it meant getting up early and grabbing breakfast outside would get me to talk about this, he'd do it in a heartbeat. As expected Callan quickly got out of bed and got ready within 15 minutes. I borrowed a t-shirt and some pajamas with string in em which Callan digged out from the depths of his closet and we headed out to a local cafe called Brianna's. It was in Forestoak, a town which was the closest to our territory, just a few miles away from our eastern territory line. We drove to the preety little cafe and settled down on a table right

He’d come clean about everything when this was all over. Just before he hit the inner border, Kade pulled over to a small roadside cafe he often stopped by when he was travelling. The food was awful, but the coffee was strong and the ladies who ran it weren’t shy with the whiskey they laced Kade’s coffee with. He felt he needed that cup of coffee right now to prepare for what was to come. The cafe had been set up in an old cottage with whitewash walls and a roof of slate tiles. It had once been a thatched roof but after the third time the roof caught fire, someone finally stuck something a bit less combustible on it. Since then, it had served truckers and weary drivers as a place to stop and

If I knew it was this easy, I would have camped out here the first time he shouted at me. God, how long has it been since that first day he crashed into me and wrecked my bike? “Hi, what can I get you?” the guy behind the counter asked. “Uhm… caramel macchiato and chocolate chip cookies, please,” I said. The prices are actually not bad. Hmm… for such a preppy-looking cafe, its customers are diverse. And this place despite looking high-end, sells used books? And has budget-friendly prices? That’s something. A different guy hands me my order at the end of the counter. “Hey, it’s on the house,” he said.

The tray contained toast and jam, a cup of cappuccino, yoghurt, nicely chopped fruits, scrambled eggs, two cupcakes and water. "Here? The press conference will start in a few minutes." She could not help blurting out. "I will not watch you starve." He said. "I had them postpone the event for another hour. Eat!" He peeled open a finger of banana for her. "No unauthorized person will come here. This is a private waiting area." Racheal wanted to die of embarrassment. He must think her a glutton. And he said something about starving. If only he knew she had mastered the art. Her stepmother had starved her non-stop after all.

That was… After casually adding her, I nodded to signal she could leave. I opened an app and clicked on that familiar post. An account named "Glenda", with an avatar identical to Glenda's, appeared in the comments section. This was the same person who kept encouraging Joanna to quit and gave her advice under the posts. Glenda Woodard was the very same Glenda. That realization sent a shock through me. "Mr. Pearson, we have a problem! Joanna barged in and is fighting with someone!"

Peach complimented Mourge. Mourge is not skinny. Shw have the fats in the right place. But still, those fast doesn't stop her from wearing whatever she wanted to wear. "Way you go Mourge!" Peach cheer when the owners enter the stage again. Singing the next song. When she sat in a tall stool. Peach drink her kamikaze. Today, the Bittersweet cafè is launching their new menu. The owners decided to add liquor in their menu. But of course. They make their cafè have the right place for the liquor. There is a mini bar inside the cafè. Far from the eating customers.

I could bet on everything I owned that Dan knew nothing about Samatha’s visit to Antonio. The whole thing was making my head hurt, I wasn’t built for stuff like this, not even my work stressed me this hard, and that was saying something because I worked with people like Annabeth and Frank, who are not good for ones mental health. The cafe Aaliyah was at was easy to spot, despite being a new cafe, and surprisingly it had a lot of customers, and it was past lunchtime. The cafe had an office theme, the wallpapers had an office view, like you were looking out from a company’s top floor, on the tables, there were small opened briefcases that had the menu in it. The waiters were dressed in dress s