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I run down the stairs before taking a look around. I shudder in revulsion before running out of the house. Today I'll only be working at the cafe. It's a cute cafe. They mostly sell coffee and pastries but there's a section for books. There are books you can even borrow to read. It was honestly so beautiful,homey and cozy. I fell in love with it at first sight. I entered the cafe to see people already there. I hurried to the backroom to get ready for my shift and deposit my things. I saw my co-worker there.

For some time, Leah wandered around the shelves, looking at the used book books full of multi-colored spines: some pretty shabby, with wrinkled or even torn corners, others practically new. And there were even ones that had never been opened, with a crunchy sound pleasant to the ear, as soon as she tried to leaf through one of these. “Your coffee,” Yuna announced in a playfully formal tone, lowering a tall glass goblet onto a special wooden stand. — I hope you like the latte?

It was a place where she could lose herself in a good book and find refuge from the chaos of her thoughts. As she entered the coffee shop, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, providing a sense of comfort. The soft murmur of conversations and the gentle hum of the espresso machine created a soothing ambiance. Aurora ordered her favorite latte and found an empty corner table where she could lose herself in her novel. Little did she know that her carefully maintained solitude was about to be disrupted. She was engrossed in her book, the words on the page transporting her to a different world, when a voice interrupted her reverie.

The cafe's entrance nods, a wooden door adorned with wrought-iron motifs, and I push it open with a sense of reverence. As I cross the threshold, the ambient sounds of the city give way to the hushed murmur of pages turning and the soft clinking of cups and saucers. The cafe unfolds before me like a bibliophile's dream – cozy nooks with mismatched armchairs, shelves reaching toward the ceiling, and the warm glow of pendant lights casting a spellbinding aura. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint hint of old books create scents that bespoke literary bliss. My chest vibrates with delight as I wander through the bookshelves, my fingers gently grazing spines laden with stories waiting

And so, in an effort to lighten up her mood, they decided to ask her to go so that they could change the scenery. Of course, it was all for Sherly. "You know what, Sherly?" Kyle said with a small smile, his tone gentle and reassuring. He stood up and looked at her sister's face. "Why don't we continue this conversation over a cup of coffee?" she said, raising an eyebrow and smiling. "There's a nice little cafe just down the street that I think you'll like."

Once Saturday had come, I had a bath, packed my hair in a rough bun, put my iPad, laptop, sticky notes, highlighters, jotters, and an aptitude test practice book in my Prada Re-Nylon Tote bag, and headed up to my favorite coffee shop just opposite the drug store. While people study at the library, I rather here, I love the smell of coffee while reading and it being a high-class coffee shop, they don't entertain noise because the rich don't talk much. I ordered a Cortado, I like my coffee milky. I also ordered a croissant as this was to form my breakfast. I stayed there till the sun had begun to set, but I enjoyed here than home and I wanted to cover up as much as I could. The store had been

Find Daniel. I entered the living room from the short hallway and didn't see him. I headed to the kitchen because I needed coffee first thing. I hope Daniel is also a caffeine believer because without my morning java, I was headed for a headache and a very bad mood. I rifled through the cabinets until I found what I was looking for, a single-serve coffee machine and some coffee pods. I found mugs and filled the unit with water after plugging it in. I went to the fridge to find some cream but all he had was milk. Beggars can't be choosers. Finding the spoons and a container of sugar on the counter, I waited somewhat impatiently for it to heat up and brew.

Every single second of it too. The room felt too quiet, though. Too still. I sat up, sighing and decided to make myself some creamy coffee. Maybe a hot drink and the book Zoya had lent me would help me calm the storm in my head. I padded barefoot to the small kitchenette and took my time brewing the coffee, savoring the warm, sweet aroma that filled the space. One thing about this place, there is always something to enjoy! As I poured it into a mug, ready to escape back to my window and my book I heard footsteps behind me. It wasn’t King. I knew from the sounds of the footsteps and the way my heart wasn’t racing.

"Good morning, Miss. Here's your black coffee without sugar." "Thanks, Martha," Ellaya said, taking a sip from her coffee. She moved out of the kitchen, holding a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, her full attention on her book. It was her habit to read her favorite novels with a cup of coffee. She loved to read romance novels and was adamant that fairytales come true, love is real, and one day she would meet her prince just like all those girls in books.

" Rolan quickly asked. His face is turning red. The next thing they know they are sitting in a nice nearby café. "What can I get you?" Rolan asked like true gentleman. "I'll have their best seller," Ivy replied. "I'll have the same," Rolan told the waiter. "I got it," Ivy told Rolan. "Get what" he asked. "I'll pay for our coffees," Ivy replied. Rolan smiled. It is the most genuine smile he's had for a long time. Suddenly, the moment feels like one of those few old times.