Cafe Letters Novels & Stories

“Coffee, tea, hot chocolate. Anything of your choice. We don’t even have to talk if you don’t want to. Just… neutral ground.” Her lips pressed together, like she wanted to argue but couldn’t find the hook. “That’s not in the contract.” I gave her a lopsided grin. “Clause six: spontaneous caffeine diplomacy. It was in the fine print.” For a breath she tried to keep a straight face, then a small, startled smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she looked away. Gotcha. I didn’t comment on it any further. I just opened the café door and let the warm air roll out to meet us. Inside, the place smelled like sugar and coffee beans, a quiet hum of music drifting from an old speaker.

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.

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

It’s just that it’s good to get out of the house and have a breath of fresh air. “We are here!”. Derrick said as he packed the car. “Thank you Derrick. Do you want to go in with us?”. I asked him as I alighted from the car. “No, I'm fine, I will just wait here!”. Derrick replied back. “If you say so!”. I responded and Rose, Lisa and I started making our way towards the cafe. The cafe is painted white and sky blue. Even the security guard outfit is sky blue in color. Once we entered the cafe, I understood why it is called “the sky cafe”. The ceiling of the cafe looks as if it’s the sky itself. Heck the whole cafe looks as if it’s the sky itself. The tables, chairs and lights bulbs are made in

She knew she had no one else who still supported her, other than Caroline. It was eight a.m. So, she didn’t have enough time to meet with her uncle. Amy finally ordered a taxi and headed to the 21 Cafe. According to Caroline, the cafe was named ‘21 Cafe’ because the owner was twenty-one when he had an idea to open a cafe. Yes, the owner’s parents were billionaires, but he wanted to have his own company. So, he started the cafe with his money, and it worked well until he opened several cafes with the same name.

He didn’t understand why his heart chose this difficult option, but when he imagined that adorable face, Ed slowly understood. He wanted to see Javier’s face again. Even if it wasn’t Javier, Ed wanted to see the boy’s cheerful smile. *** “Cassa Nueva: Books and Beverage.” Ed mumbled, reading the café’s name engraved in shiny brown script. Simple and elegant. However, the café’s concept puzzled Ed because it was unusual to combine a café with books. “Reading and warm drinks.” Ed mumbled because the concept felt familiar—like déjà vu. Ed shook his head, returning his attention to the place. He entered and saw a long queue in front of the cashier.

I was wrong! My day gets more shitty I thought as I ran into Greg at the staircase on my way back from the restroom and headed to the counter. Already dressed in the Cafe's stipulated dress code of blue jeans and a Kings Palace Cafe white T-shirt, I feel a bit more comfortable. I still don't get the rationale behind using a white T-shirt as a uniform for a Cafe. “Well, well well! Look who the cat got dragged in!” He drawled “Hello, Greg!” I greeted forcing a smile

The curved final letter. C — — — e. I looked at it. He had been wearing long sleeves in the café. Both cuffs buttoned. Same as the meeting in my office. I thought about that. Then I wrote beneath the sketch: He covers it deliberately. Or it's simply how he dresses. Cannot determine which without more information. I looked at the sketch for a long time. Six letters. Maybe seven. First letter tall. Last letter curved. I wrote every word I could think of that fit the pattern.

Then placing her matching handbag on the table, she was about to talk when the waiter came with a huge cup of Macchiato and placing the cup on the table the waiter asked in a very welcoming tone, "Any order for you, Mam?" "Yes same for her," Instead of Ruth Nicolas replied the waiter. Nodding his head in a very respectable way the waiter left them alone again. Macchiato used to be their favorite coffee of that Cafe with extra cream. It was actually the specialty of that Cafe. Everytime they used to come, they used to order that coffee. While sipping in the cup of the coffee, Nicolas asked Ruth in his usual composed tone, "Now tell Ruth. What do you want to talk about?"

New York City Charlie sat in his study staring at a blank page, his pen poised just above his stationery. His initials, CJA, were inscribed at the top in fancy, golden calligraphy. A gift from his mother, the stationery made him feel important. Perhaps that was part of the reason he wasn’t exactly sure what to write. What if his words came across as foolish? It would be difficult to be both important and ridiculous at the same time.