Cafe Letters Novels & Stories

Moving towards the kitchen, I put the kettle on, getting out two cups. Emotional fixes means coffee fixes as well. Thought, while the kettle boils I head back to the staircase, inspecting myself in the mirror once more. I don’t look the best. Dishevelled hair, bright eyes and wearing my boyfriend’s t-shirt. It looks like I had a one night stand. Okay, probably should get properly dressed first. I look down at the table in front of me, wanting to get the house keys but instead – I saw three letters. All three for the alpha but the last one had a stamp which only a few would recognise. Sadly, I was one of the few.

The cafe was calm, The scent of coffee filling the air, people made small chatters sipping on their coffees. Some focused on their works typing on their laptops or pads with a coffee cup at the side, occasionally sipping from it when tired. As everyone seemed busy in their own world either chatting with friends or working, Grace sat at a distant corner of the cafe lost in thoughts occasionally sipping on her coffee which she ordered not too long ago. She was seated at the corner of the cafe on a table for two, she had arrived a few minutes ago after collecting herself and mustering the courage to leave the Cemetery, take a bus and then head to the small cafe at her stop, though the fear stil

Like boss like butler, said Jeanne to herself. At the cafe, the three enjoyed having coffee while Harry was not around for quite some time, executing his boss' order. Ma always orders Caffe Latte which is a mixture of espresso and steamed milk sweet while she ordered Jeanne a very opposite taste from hers, Cappuccino which boasts a much stronger espresso flavor. Although they have different tastes in food, they both knew what to order for each other very well. “Oh my God, that's so funny!” Aaron said while wiping tears that came out of his eyes because he was laughing his throat out. Ma was conveying her old, lame jokes and that made her and Aaron laugh hysterically. Jeanne was just so used

"Two extra-large coffees and two cokes! And please, hurry up! I totally forgot about them!" "You'll have them in a minute!" Good God, this day has no end. The cafe is fully packed up and some other people are waiting outside for a table to get freed. Where's this place? Downtown Long Beach, California. Why is it so popular? I have no goddamn idea. Maybe it's because of the perverted idea of my boss to make us wear super short uniforms. Just a tiny tight black dress with the name of the cafe written on its back in gold lettering. '7th Heaven'. Hell of uncomfortable clothing to work into.

I smiled back and just shook my head. We parted ways at the cafe. He said he’d pick me up by 5:30 pm since the meet up is still at 7 pm. I still don’t have any idea where we’re going. It’s been hours and it’s 5 already, I started making coffee for each one of us. Gibbous Flat White for Levine, Short Macchiato Lune for Huxley, Cappuccino Pink Moon for Krysyle, Mocha New Moon for Michane, Red Blood Salted Caramel for me, and Crescent Americano for Clint.

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.

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.”

This Cafe is has one of the best coffee and crossoints in the town. As I turn the cafe board to open crowd started coming in and I started taking their orders one by one. I went in the kitchen to place the orders to chef and my phone chimmed. I went to see the email and it was form Walls Academy of business. The emails goes as Hello Miss Lotus. we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected with a full scholarship for freshman year. Your classes will start form coming Monday please register your self with hostel and classes before that. Thanks and regards

“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