Cafe Jatuh Hati Novels & Stories

- 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?

Ava's POV We decided to meet at lemon drops cafe, which was my favorite cafe in town. Lemon Drops Cafe had a really nice and cozy look. The tables were made of wood and had small vases with cute yellow flowers. The chairs were all different, it's like they were collected over time, giving a homey feeling. The walls had a mix of bricks and soft colors, making it a pretty background. The cafe got plenty of light from its big windows, and there were warm string lights hanging above, adding a nice touch to the environment. A big chalkboard showed the menu with tasty treats. The people working there always wore aprons with happy pictures of lemons. The counter looked a bit old but loved, where yo

When they arrived at a café, they chose to sit in the corner by the large window overlooking a small garden. The waiter came over and Rafael immediately ordered two coffees, a vanilla latte for Aurora and an espresso for himself. "How did you know about this place?" Aurora asked as the cups were placed in front of her. "I already told you, I know everything," Rafael said, staring at his own cup. "So... don't pretend in front of me." Aurora lifted her face and looked at Rafael with slightly teary eyes. "I... I'm not pretending. You don't know anything about me, Rafael."

“I'll go through the rest of this at home, thank you” “Thank you for your time, Miss Vale,” he smiled. ~ I crossed the street and made my way to Julio y Paloma cafe. Its name was in Spanish. It was my favourite cafe, it’s been my favourite cafe since I got into NYU. I thought I'd move out of my place after I graduated and far away from this cafe, but I guess I got too attached to this environment. I saw Mr Julio as soon as I stepped into the cafe. He was the owner of the cafe. Him and his late wife, Paloma.

Is it the reason it took me longer to locate this cafe? Alex, "Doesn't it seem unexpected? The map suggested this location to me as I looked for a cafe to chill out at close by. The way it looked confused me, and I assumed it was a hoax because of that. However, I was surprised as I took a step inside and it was even more surprising when I took a sip of the American latte they served me. They're so good." "You should give it a try. We'll, since you're going to work here, you'll get it for free, right?"

And he wasn't coming back because of her, or because he wanted to relive their memories, the barista was truly exceptional at her job. "This was Hope's favorite coffee place, she was almost obsessed with her latte," James said, coming to stand beside him. "I know," Jude replied with a tight smile. He faced the counter and placed his order. "I'll take the same, but with extra cream," James followed, winking at the older woman who he was familiar with. "You're stunning as always, Janis." Jude grimaced at him but didn't utter a word, being used to James's carefree attitude.

I got ready for work, my costume is a black pants ans a white shirt, i added a jacket on top with my boots and was ready to go. The caffee is only few minutes walk, i got in saying good morning to all my regulars. They are an old man who used to be in the army and he tell me his stories on slow morning, a girl at university who love to study here and a couple who are falling in love. I got to my place and sat down, my co-worker got me my morning hot chocolate, they say I'm a baby around here and too small for coffee. I get spoiled around here, the caffee owners are two old people, my co-worker is their son. He called me cute on the first day, Ace threatened to break his neck if he call me an

Comfortable. “Ma, I'm contented here already. My office is like my room, and this café is like my home. I'll go now. I still have to help them prepare since we're filled with customers. Gotta go, bye I love you!” I said and turned off the phone. “Tita Zel? Well, Tita's right. You should find a house to live in not treating this café as your house.” Mich said as she was placing the strawberry chocolate cake I asked her on the table.

Still, that pain made me understand one thing even more clearly. They weren't worth it. The project wrapped up extra smoothly, and Harry and I had an extra free day. "Jan, there's a famous cafe nearby. Let's go check it out." Harry stood at the door of my room in a light gray hoodie. He looked no different from when he had been in college. Looking at the expectation in his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to refuse. When we arrived, I realized the famous cafe he meant was a cat cafe. When we pushed the door open, the smell of coffee mingled with the cats' soft meows in the cafe. Before I even sat down, one of them jumped onto the table and rubbed its fluffy head against my hand.

cafe, I keep remembering what happened that night. I hate that I closed my eyes, I hate that I pouted my lips like a lovesick teenager waiting to be kissed by a man who was simply reaching for his car keys. I hate that I still remember how his breath felt on my face. I still wonder where he drove to that night. I hate that I'm very curious about him. I don't like Damien Hartwell. I want to be very clear about that, at least to myself. I push open the door of “Coffee time” café on Mercer Street beside campus and the smell of coffee and warm pastry hits me immediately.