Cafe Letters Novels & Stories

The coffee made there weirdly reduced his stress. Reading a newspaper, he waited for his order. The beautiful designs which he often sees on the coffee mug disappeared, making his day further dull. The coffee's smell was also different from his usual one. "Where is the design on my coffee?" He scowled like a little boy at the waitress who brought him the beverage. The young girl shivered in her legs at the harsh tone of the CEO. Their tiny cafe on the footpath beside the street was opposite the multinational firm. She may possibly lose her job because ninety percent of their customers came from the Pfizer group of industries.

I rolled my eyes when I heard that. “Are you serious? You are not going to tease me again, are you?” “Why would I? I am very sincere!” “Alright then come to City Cafe!” “Will do.” Then I hung up the phone. Anya’s POV: After hanging up, I said, “Sam Drive to the City cafe!” “Alright!” City Cafe is X city’s most upscale coffee shop. At the same time, Jenny owned the place. It should be very safe to meet here. Thirty minutes later, Sam drove the car and arrived at City Coffee.

A? "Excuse me, where is the coffee made for the boss?" I asked the secretary. " At the cafe." She answered and went back to her work I rolled my eyes. As if I don't know that that's where it is made. I actually wanted the location. "Where's the cafe please?" "Canteen" "Wait." She stopped me while I was leaving. "Did the boss ask you to make the coffee?" "Yes" Her eyes widened. " Alright don't make a mistake." She cautioned. " He's very particular about his coffee."

Rafe killed his escape route. And Luca watched it all happen. Now he’s standing in my café — our café — with recognition dawning in his eyes like a sunrise that should never have happened. Rafe doesn’t notice. He never does. He hands Luca a menu and asks if he’d like coffee or tea, voice gentle, expression open. Too open. Too human. Luca swallows. “Coffee,” he says hoarsely. His gaze never leaves Rafe’s face. I rise from my seat before I’m consciously aware of moving.

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.

Did he figure out what I was trying to do? The small facade of the cafe was freshly painted in dark blue, with golden scripted letters flashing the signage “A Cup Of Joy”. Dominic pushed the transparent glass door open that made a jingling sound and as I stepped inside, a blanket of warm air touched my face and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted my nose.

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.

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.

"I suppose I'll have to work hard to prove I'm not just another troublemaker." "... Suit yourself," Maya muttered. She couldn't leave, as she had to maintain proper customer service. Romeleaned in slightly, maintaining a respectable distance. "Well, mysterious café defender, mind telling me your name?" "That..." "That's personal information!" Anya interjected, her face red. She inserted herself between them, causing Rome to step back. Maya noticed a flicker of disdain in his eyes but said nothing. "Personal information," Rome repeated, then smiled and sat in his chair. "Well, if you say so. I'd like to order a coffee, preferably a caramel-flavored cappuccino, thank you."