Cafe Letters Novels & Stories

Alex said and his wife and son understood. +++++++++ Crazy Café +++++++++ Crazy café is one of the famous cafés near the campus where the owners are currently studying. Yes, the café owners are students. But no one knows it except the trusted staff of the café. They are the ones who are taking care of it while the owners work there as part-timers. Their shifts start after or before their school schedules.

"Look, I don't want to be any trouble. You've apologised, that's enough for me, really-" "Please? I wouldn't feel right if I just let you go without compensation." Dmitri gave her his best puppy-eyed look and almost jumped with glee when she chuckled and nodded in defeat. "Come on, I know a better cafe for the best coffee." Grabbing her soft, little hand in his bigger hand, he dragged her past all the rushing people and speeding cars to a few blocks over and the now stood in front of a cafe with a sign which said, "La Cafeotheque" and Dmitri opened the door for her, gesturing her inside.

Ayaw ko pa naman ng idea na panghinaan siya ng loob. Nginitian ko siya. "KaFi." Mukhang naguluhan siya sa sinabi ko. Nakakunot ang noo niya. "Iyon ang naisip tawag ko sa kape na ginawa ko para sa iyo." Hindi pa rin natanggal ang pagtataka sa mukha niya. "Ka, for Kali. Fi, is for Coffee pero ginawa kong I 'yong letter E." "Hmm..." Parang tinatantya niya, kung bakit ko iyon naisip.

Rafael smiled apologetically to Jessie, "Don't mind it. This is my good friend Hasyifa. I invited you to write recommendations for me. I want to use this opportunity to help our coffee shop develop better." All the participants only needed to bring their own legal staff. All the materials and utensils in the competition would have the company's signboard written on them. Jessie finally understood that Rafael did not want her to help him. Instead, he was helping her store. She could not help but feel grateful. "Thank you." "I'm a member of the store. It's my duty. Let's go in, sister." "Okay."

POV: Claire Desmond Cshhh! A plume of scalding steam hissed from the espresso nozzle, clouding the air for a fleeting second before vanishing into the humid kitchen. The rhythmic clink of metal spoons against ceramic sounded like a frantic, caffeinated symphony, echoing off the white subway tiles of the Hamilton Cafe.

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.

I did not say the obvious thing, which was to ask what I might feel if someone else tried to leave marks on my skin. Instead I focused on a smaller fear. “Rafe was in the cafeteria,” I said. The name was a small thing. It did not mean anything until it did. Kael’s jaw hardened. He looked at me with an intensity that made the room seem too small. “I know.” “Then what…” “Do not mention him publicly,” he interrupted. “Do not antagonize. Do not flirt. Do not make him jealous with your ignorance. And when I say stay away from him, you stay away.”

“Your café. Nine, ten, eleven. You watch for her over those hours. She’s been showing at ten-oh-seven more than once. If you see her, you text me the single word present. If she leaves, exit plus direction. If she meets anyone or uses the alley again, you add shadow. That’s all. No sentences. Your words are expensive now; spend less.” I laughed, a small sound that eased the pressure in my chest. “The only time anyone has told me to write less.” “It won’t be the last,” he said, turning back to the screens. I felt Leo’s gaze on me again, warmer this time. “Cassie,” he said. My name held a memory I chose not to read too closely. “Thank you for the letter.” Heat rose to my face before my brain c

The aroma of coffee could be smelled in every corner of the shop. Latte, Cappucino, Brewed, and Black. The atmosphere was a little bit rowdy and loud as the cafe was packed of workers and students combined. Clock says it's 9 am, no doubt the cafe gets this energetic and noisy.

"Don't wait any longer to... "Lucus!" "Sorry! Just a little bit to the left, and it'll be perfect!" Alex sighed as he got off the ladder and joined Lucus to look at what he had done. The Alpha said, "You're lucky I like you," which made Lucus laugh. "You would have done it anyway because Lucus asked you to," he said, laughing as he avoided the blow to the head. The food boards were the last thing that needed to be done before the store could open. On one board, the baked goods were written in neat letters. On the next two boards, drinks and a note to the customers were written. The cafe name was written across the top of the boards.