Cafe 1001 Novels & Stories

On a whim, we ducked into the little cafe whose sign proudly proclaimed, "World's Best Hot Chocolate" So far, I was inclined to agree with the description. I looked around the cozy space and smiled. The cafe was called Rouge, and the interior consisted of varying shades of red. Red leather booths, red velvet rugs on the floor, and the walls were also painted a lighter shade of the same color. It should have been overwhelming but strangely, it was comforting. "And how is your coffee?" I asked Michael with a teasing grin, "It surely can't be as good as what Isabella and I ordered."

From my window, I could see the dome of the Celestial Bastion. Downstairs was a cafe that had been there for 50 years. The owner, Cesco Marchese, was an old man with graying hair. Every morning, he awakened the entire street with the rich aroma of coffee. He smiled warmly at me. "Are you new here? First coffee is on the house. Welcome to Capitolium!" I accepted the bitter, sharp coffee, yet I could taste the subtle sweetness that lingered afterward. This was how life should be. The enrollment process went smoothly.

“Miss Riddle is spot on. My coffee beans are indeed from Floezen Manor, and the roasting method used is indeed deep roasting. I really did not expect that Miss Riddle was so knowledgeable.” The voice was elegant and sonorous, so everyone could not help but look at the person. It was a man looking dignified in a silver-gray suit. He came up to Nicole. “What a coincidence, Miss Riddle.” Nicole raised an eyebrow, not expecting to see Jared here. “What are you doing here?” Seeing that Nicole was so curious, Max quickly stepped forward. “I guess you haven’t known — this new café belongs to Mr. Johnston.” “This is his café?” While Nicole furrowed his brows, those people sitting behind her were stu

Helena's POV AT THE CAFÉ I walked up to a guy in a hoodie to ask for his order. "Good day sir, welcome to Right Choice Café, what's your order please?" "A cup of Americano," a familiar masculine voice spoke out. "Okay," I said, jotting it down. "More milk or how would you want it?" "You can choose that. You always know what I prefer in drinking terms right?"

I would love to see what’s on the menu of your favorite café.” You have no idea Chris. This is a wonderful opportunity for me to know how other cafés work and what’s on their menu, with that I can innovate something new in my very own café. Aside from that, I think this place is the perfect meeting place for me and Ronald. It is quite hidden and there aren’t so much people around. With a smiling face Chris said, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go in!” I nodded with such excitement “Oh hell yeah! I am also starving, you know.” We both laughed while entering the café. The ambiance of the café is truly homey. It actually didn’t look like a café at all, it was more of a home. Their tables and c

' he thought, mouth watering at the idea. The cafe wasn't anything special on the outside. The car park had a few cars in it with lorries parked further away so as not to clog up the exit. The benefit was the cafe was warm and had a menu so big that it ran over five pages. Cream walls with nondescript landscape paintings and a couple of newspaper clippings in thin wood frames littered the wall. The smell of hot oil and salty bacon hit them like a hot wall the moment they stepped in. The driver, who appeared to be the leader of the group, led the way to a booth that could handle all five men including the prisoner.

Our sweet waitress greets us. " Hi, Ireen. Please open this bottle, serve it to booth 21, and make me Camellia tea. " The waitress nods. Camellia tea is our specialty, and the cafe is called Camellia Cafe. The flower Nikolas gave me inspired it not so long ago, and I returned to the booth, sitting before Xavier Alarie. We are quiet. My gaze is on my hands, and I cannot look him in the eye. He is so intimidating.

After some time, we arrive at our favourite cafe; we sit at the table which was on the right side beside the glass window. We can see outside clearly through the window... We ordered our favourite coffee (CAFFÈ LATTE and CAPPUCCINO). My favourite is CAFFÈ LATTE and as for max, his favourite one is CAPPUCCINO... I feel so peaceful and fresh. No dramas, no annoying voice, nothing, only peace... ꧁__________________________________

No, I am sure they are this other guy’s family… not my Mac’s. I roll my eyes in disgust at myself. He’s not my Mac. Oh God. Concentrate, you fucking idiot. I keep going through the images until I get to the one I am looking for. The report. 1267 CCPick up 10thCoffee 1208HPick up after deliveryTea 1190IPick up 14thStatue 1211H Pick up 11thNA 1130CCNon disclosedBook 1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue 1289WPPADFlooring

This coffee shop is owned by a French woman, and Le Coup de Foudre means "Love at First Sight." She's been working in this coffee shop for almost a year now, and so far, she s enjoying her time her while getting a little allowance from her part-time work... Kate lets out a big smile when she heard the entrance door's chime. It means that someone entered the coffee shop. "Bonjour! Welcome to Le Coup de Foudre Cafe !" she greeted the customers. Her smile almost disappeared when she saw Chelsea, Jessica and Jenny inside the shop. These are the girls who said nasty things about at the University's Cafeteria. These girls got hots with Kei, and they've been eyeing her like hawks waiting for their