Cafe 1001 Novels & Stories

An hour later we're standing beside a tiny coffee truck parked near the Malibu shoreline. The salty breeze carries the scent of the ocean while waves roll lazily onto the sand. Alejandro studies the handwritten menu. "This place has seventeen coffee options." "You're overwhelmed." "I miss normal coffee." I grin. "You're getting caramel." "I don't even like caramel." "You do today." "And what are you getting?" "The same thing." "So we're both suffering?" "It builds character." The barista laughs. "You two argue like you've been married forever." Neither of us answers.

“Sure thing, Mark. It's almost 7. I know a cafe that opens around this time.” “Excellent,” Mark chirped. “Shall we?” The smell of fresh bread and grinding of coffee beans hit my nostrils the second we walked into Café Sugar and I craved to have a taste. I found an empty booth and sat down while Caden settled next to me. I looked around, almost impressed. The place gave a homely vibe. From the soft music playing over the speakers to the end of the cafe was a shelf full of books, Café Sugar was a colourful place with the booths matching the red flooring and the designs of red and white blotches on the walls.

- My name is Hector, and I am your assistant in the case of the so-called Nectar, and the main activity is piracy of all kinds, a group has been created, each of them has its characteristics, so I hope that you will browse the file I sent you to your e-mail I liked the protocol work here, everything was perfect even a small business, I walked out of my room and opened the map on the phone to find the nearest cafe to take some rest, The cafe was not very far from the hotel, and this is a good thing, so I can take a break from work from time to time, I ordered hot tea and some cake, the café was half full and that made me uncomfortable, I told the waitress - Is the cafe always like this?

By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Almost. Employees accepted their cups gratefully. A few looked far too entertained by this situation. Traitors. Finally, I approached Zion’s office with the last cup. He barely looked up from his laptop as I placed it in front of him. Then he took one sip. And paused. Uh oh. “I drink my coffee black,” he said calmly. Silence. I blinked once. “No sugar.” I looked down at the cup. Cream. Sugar. Disaster. My soul temporarily left my body.

Eka decided to stay silent, this made her veins almost pop out due to anger. Rina dislikes being left in the dark, she wants to know what she's involved with. Now that it has come to this, Rina's decided to use her ace card on investigating his husband. * * * Rina waited inside the relaxing cafe, she decided to try a new cafe across the condominium. The Classique Cafe, the fragrance of pastries and tea leaves. She ordered the famous Darjeeling tea, the most popular tea in the cafe menu. She closed the gap between her nose and the cup of Darjeeling tea.

I felt my wolf’s laughter reverberating in my mind. “I’ll leave a big tip, I promise,” good. “A dozen red velvet cupcakes, two boxes of tiramisu and one cup of vanilla latte.” I paused upon hearing his order. Those were the top products sold in the cafe. How can a man whose friend just recommended this shop know exactly what to order? “I will need you to send that 6pm this afternoon, to this address,” he grabbed the notebook and pen from my hand and wrote down the location. He then rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a bunch of hundreds and placed it on my hand.

Sarah is here already, her bag is on her table, but she is nowhere to be seen. I go to the coffeemaker in the corner of the room. There is a lot of stuff with the never-ending supply of coffee, tea and milk, sugar, protein bars, granola bars, fruits, and yoghurt. You named it. Remington Industries believes in caffeine and healthy snacks for their employees.

The cafe's lights were all off, the curtains were drawn, and there were no signs that anyone was inside. Sophie's Aunt Cara had originally owned Cara's Cafe, but she left a long time ago. She wanted a better life; she wanted to do more than just own a little shop. Now it was just Sophie. She had wanted to be a painter and studied Art History at a school in France, but when the cafe was given to her, she didn't want to sell it.

"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.