Cafe 1001 Novels & Stories

When Naomi entered Savannah's room, Naomi was so nervous. Hi Ms Sav, I am Naomi... your assistant. I brought you fresh clothes and your favorite cafe mocha. Hi Naomi, Please give me some time to clear my head. I don't remember you, so sorry. What is a cafe mocha? Is it coffee? I can smell it. Does it taste good? Would you like to try it? Here's a freshly brewed cafe mocha. Hmmm, it tastes good, it has chocolate in it? Coffee with chocolate? Did you put cream and sugar too?

Such a fun chapter!! Chapter 11 - Colton Hastings doesn't get jealous. ~~~ Café Day was a small coffee and cupcake shop that sold reasonable yet extremely delicious creamy and unhealthy food. It was exactly what anyone would need on a hot Sunday morning. Starbucks was just a few blocks away from it, still, Café Day was never short of customers. The majority of students preferred Café Day due to its not-so-soaring-the-sky rates. Plus they rarely wrote the names on the cups wrong.

"Whatever you like Miss Klatt." "Then I think Clive is better. You shall call me Celeste then . Not Miss Klatt or Ms. CK." Celeste ordered. Clive nodded in agreement but cannot utter a word in astonishment to the woman in front of him. "What coffee do you like Clive?" "Thank you Miss Klatt, I mean Celeste. I prefer black coffee with low calorie sweetener, no milk. I like the bitter - sweet taste of coffee." Clive smiled back to Celeste.

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

⚜•⚜•⚜⚜⚜•⚜•⚜ Weeks later. I couldn't help but stroll my eyes at the amazing atmosphere indoor. Filled with monochromatic accents, the interior looked very serene and understated. The fresh blend of neo-traditional and sophisticated embellishments dominated the cafe. A fine lady in her white polo uniform and black pencil-cut skirt approached. "Here's a marbled ice white coffee for you. Enjoy, " she said, placing my order on the table.

10 million: Chapter: 6 Kent Mia’s is this place near the campus where everyone like to grab a bite. But I didn’t expect it to be EVERYONE. “Hi, Vicky! It’s really you?” Another acquaintance drops by our table to greet her. Jesus, this is the sixth time this evening. “OMG, Mark! You are in town?” This time Ms Irwin gets really excited that she almost jumps.

That morning, before leaving for campus, Athena stopped by Moon Cafe, a cafe with violet shades and a garden with sparkling glass walls, reflects the atmosphere of the garden as if under the moonlight all around. The cafe is located on the side of a road that Athena often travels on foot to her campus. At first Athena was hesitant to enter the cafe because it seemed like it was expensive, she just stood in front of the cafe, feeling interested but hesitant. However, a waiter, who happened to be in front of the cafe greeted her kindly, invited her to enter so that Athena finally dared to enter. The friendly waitress named Bara and they eventually became friends. Now every morning before leavi

I straightened up and started walking. Café Noir was about fifteen minutes on foot from my house. It was this small‚ dimly lit coffee shop on the corner of Fifth and Maple that opened at five every morning because the owner was an insomniac who liked the company. During the afternoon it was all college students with laptops and moms with strollers. At six in the morning it was the early risers‚ the insomniacs‚ and the people who had reasons to be meeting someone before the rest of the world woke up.

I turned on my heel, gripping the keys in one hand, folder in the other, and stormed out of the office giving Veronica a vicious glare before entering my office. I fucking hate my life * * “What the fucking hell is this bullshit?” I screamed, slamming the folder onto the desk so hard .This wasn’t a job contract it was a manual for psychological warfare. I had barely flipped past page three, and already my eye was twitching. “Rule #5: All coffee must be sourced from Caffè Fiore a boutique café located approximately 30minutes away. Miss Eva must deliver it fresh and punctually by 8:00 a.m. Any delay is considered a breach of professionalism.”

He looked so well in a suit, like a person who didn't fit in here because our cafe only had a few regular customers, other than that I never saw any new customers here, our cafe has a vintage type maybe that's the reason, or maybe it's a small province. That guy ordered a cappuccino with cheesecake. I served his order, he was working on his laptop for hours. He didn't even blink or take off his eyes off the screen for a second. I wonder what he is doing this seriously. After a while, he approached me where I was cleaning the used table.