Cafe Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I question him as soon as we get comfortable in our seats in the cab. “It was the prettiest cafe in the neighborhood and I knew you would go there when you told me you were off to get yourself some coffee. I mean I don't get why you are so obsessed with aesthetics and all but whatever.” He says in a matter of fact voice, shrugging his shoulders.

she asked, her eyes lingering on William a little longer than necessary. The café itself was charming, with a rustic, European-inspired decor. Exposed brick walls were adorned with vintage posters and black-and-white photographs of famous landmarks. The wooden tables and chairs were mismatched, adding to the cozy, eclectic vibe. Soft jazz music played in the background, blending seamlessly with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes.

He had a penthouse suite, which I wasn't surprised by. When we got in, he excused himself to go and change and then told me where I could get some wine and where the glasses were. The penthouse was gorgeous. It had some inviting warm colours like velvets and whites and oranges. It was very tastefully curated. Probably done by a designer. Nobody had recognized when we were out because he was wearing a cap and had the hood on most of the time.

This woman remind me of someone I know from the past. I shake my head before entering the building. I need to take the stair by my high heels. I irritatedly walk faster. Sometimes it's not just about the surroundings, it's about the taste and satisfaction that you can give to your customers that will make you famous. When I finay reach the top, I finally see why this cafè is rate as five star. They have an aesthetic surroundings with the twist of mother nature. I look around to see a sea of people. I can't help but to snickered. It's already Midnight but still have customers.

A faint smile appeared on Dave's face as he followed Aurora towards the back of the cafe. He was briefly puzzled by a question that crossed his mind but was quickly enchanted by the beautiful and natural scenery of the cafe. The cafe's interior was designed to resemble the great outdoors, complete with the sound of flowing water from an artificial river and a few pairs of live pigeons with their cages perched on top of trees that surrounded the cafe.

“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.

The cafe had a homey feeling to it. The place radiated a golden aura reminiscent of honey. The walls were adorned with warm tones of amber and gold, creating a cosy atmosphere that wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. Soft, mellow music played in the background, adding to the soothing ambience. The menu boasted a delightful array of honey-infused treats, from honey lavender lattes to decadent honey drizzle pastries. The furniture, crafted from rich wood and accented with honey-coloured upholstery, invites you to relax and savour the moments spent within this hive of serenity.

We must’ve been paired by the Devil because the only thing me and Violet were destined for was catastrophe. I spotted Olive’s car from half a mile away, wedged up against the curb of the café Cole stopped at, the same one everyone in town flocked to in the hours before classes started. I’d heard the word “aesthetic” used many times to describe the place, which was fitting considering the place looked like it was plucked out of one of Mykelle’s bland fashion magazines. There were small bistro tables and chairs out front, each one topped with a mocha-colored umbrella, the coffee bean pattern bright and saturated during the day. Each and every time someone went in or out, the bell on the door w

Lily Stepping inside the cafe the fresh brewed coffee aroma hit me instantly, the smell of roasted coffee beans with some bitterness filled my nose lifting my stress and tension I didn't even realise I was carrying. The cafe is pretty and has an old money style interior and decoration, which I loved. The cafe gives a nice subtle yet luxurious vibes, the cafe owner has a good taste. I am not a fan of coffee but I appreciate a good cold coffee and some nice aroma you know. I may also come here often after enrolling in the institute, it's a pretty good place to relax and have some peace.

I can also smell the aroma of coffee along with pastries, which somehow made me feel calm since when I was still in the hospital, all I could smell were medicine, antiseptics, or chemicals that were already traumatic to me, even though I could say that I was already used to them. I looked at the ceiling and saw a big golden chandelier that was placed in the middle of it. The cafe has this theme of wooden brown together with white pastels on the edges of the walls. As I looked around, the table and chairs were also wooden brown, and it looked calming and refreshing since they also had so many flowers everywhere in this place. There weren’t that many people, but I could see some couples who I