Cafe Letters Novels & Stories

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Nicholas shook his head, "No, Vallerie." "Whenever you have free time, let's have lunch together at the cafe," concluded Vallerie with a big smile. Nicholas frowned at the word cafe, "What is a cafe?" “Cafe is place where everyone eat and drink while enjoying a good atmosphere and chatting with friends,” answered Valerrie. "Hmm, I live in ancient times so don't understand anything, thanks for the explanation," Nicholas said to Vallerie. "You're welcome, sir," said Vallerie, "Then I will excuse, I'll be going back to my work."

Her gaze was fixed on a cafe on the corner. The cafe looked cozy, with a green canopy and the words “Dreamer Tavern” in bold brown letters on a white background hanging from the front end, as if calling out to her. It's an old-fashioned coffee shop, instead of being like a coffee shop, it's more like an old building that was misplaced in the middle of so tall shophouses.

I am writing this letter so I can inform you that I’ll be waiting inside with the teacher. Ps: Tell your family that I wish them a cheerful holiday. Best regards, August, I finished reading the letter and examined the circled and capitalized words. I was able to understand the cryptic letter since Raverine had studied its structure and codes already. The “May” was intentionally capitalized but that doesn’t mean that the letter was written in May. Rather…

He was focused, more so than usual, and it made me wonder what was on his mind. We arrived at the café, a quaint little place tucked away on the outskirts of town. The sign above the door read "Rafael’s Café," and there was a certain charm about it, as if it held years of stories within its walls. As we stepped inside, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, mingling with the quiet chatter of a few patrons.

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