Café Lovely Novels & Stories

Ours were relatively close to each other and to the university, in a somehow modest yet charming neighborhood in ​​Boston area. I arrived at Cafe Orly earlier than expected. Café Orly was a true sanctuary of coffee, chocolate, and butter. Susie and I discovered it when we were still freshmen in college and promised each other to visit it once a week to devour their amazing croissants au chocolat, or drink its heavenly hot chocolate. Mrs. Cecil, its charming French owner, loved us and we loved her, too. More than once she wouldn't let us pay the bill and whenever she could, she would come over to talk and ask how we were doing at college.

“Siguraduhin mo lang na may dala kang regalo!” “See yah!” Nakatawa at naiiling kong pinatay ang tawag. Lance waved at me through the huge glass wall window of the café. Nakabusangot si Lovely sa kanyang tabi habang nginangat-ngat ang straw ng inorder na iced coffee. I laughingly entered the shop. I couldn’t wait for Lovely to get over her petty feelings for my cousin ‘cause I have a gut feeling na ang dalawang ‘to ang magkakatuluyan sa huli.

When he turns the corner, he finds himself on a lively street filled with cafes and boutiques, each one exuding its unique charm. Stanley’s eyes light up as he spots a sign ahead: Café l’Amour. The name itself evokes a sense of romance and warmth. The café’s exterior is adorned with hanging flower baskets, and a wrought-iron sign swings gently above the entrance. Small tables with checkered tablecloths spill onto the sidewalk, where patrons sip their drinks and engage in spirited conversations.

The others are not. If you are pursuing on finding out what became of her well this is the clue. In Milan, where flowers bloom beside a cup, There’s a little café where coffee wakes you up. Its name sounds floral, its tables smell sweet, But one painted bouquet there refuses to be beat. The flowers look furious, their petals full of rage, As if they’re glaring angrily right off the page. They won’t say a word, yet somehow you know They’re the angriest blossoms you’ll ever see grow. What café am I, and what painting am I looking for? Good luck lil sis. Love always and forever Stormie Mae

Third POV The café sat tucked between two brownstones on a quiet side street in the West Village, the kind of place that charged eighteen dollars for a flat white and still managed to feel cozy instead of pretentious. Exposed brick walls, mismatched wooden chairs, soft jazz floating from invisible speakers. Late-morning light poured through the tall windows, catching on the copper espresso machine behind the counter and turning everything golden. Irene Murray arrived first. She wore a cream cashmere sweater over slim black trousers, hair loose in soft waves that caught the sun like spun honey.

A girl in a white ruffled apron and a high ponytail asked. "We have your favorite cake in store, sir," she said, averting her gaze on her as if she just didn't ask for her order and as if he didn't just ignore them when he entered. "Really? Then I'll get two slices and coffee too, for her and mine," he smiled, motioning to Cleo. The girl bowed and said to wait while preparing their orders and Cleo silently groaned before simply looking around. The café has a retro and vintage vibe, thick books were piled on a bookshelf on the corner near the entrance and a painting of the sunflower of Vincent Van Gogh was placed beside it and another that looked like a lonely girl who has tears in her eyes.

"May I have a small mocha with extra foam, caramel drizzle, and two chocolate straws, please?" "Of course. Anything else for you, darling?" I usually cringe at being called darling or sweetheart, but it's enduring when she says it. "No, that would be all. Thank you." "Okay, your total would be on the house." I froze on the spot. "Excuse me?" She chuckled, walking away. "What's your name, darling?" "Livia, Livia Moon, ma'am." "Well, my darling Moon, I am Elizabeth Sun, owner of this cafe."

At the dainty but cute coffee shop, Luc pulls open a chair for Mikayla and she has her seat, looking around at the cute murals on the wall. There's a jutting out wall in the middle of cafe where there are tons of writings on the wall. Cute texts, phone numbers, couple dates and declarations of love. "This place is actually kind of nice. I like the ambience here." She remarks as she looks over the menu in front of her. A pretty young lady with blue tipped hair comes to take their order.

Our sweet waitress greets us. " Hi, Ireen. Please open this bottle, serve it to booth 21, and make me Camellia tea. " The waitress nods. Camellia tea is our specialty, and the cafe is called Camellia Cafe. The flower Nikolas gave me inspired it not so long ago, and I returned to the booth, sitting before Xavier Alarie. We are quiet. My gaze is on my hands, and I cannot look him in the eye. He is so intimidating.

Lily Stepping inside the cafe the fresh brewed coffee aroma hit me instantly, the smell of roasted coffee beans with some bitterness filled my nose lifting my stress and tension I didn't even realise I was carrying. The cafe is pretty and has an old money style interior and decoration, which I loved. The cafe gives a nice subtle yet luxurious vibes, the cafe owner has a good taste. I am not a fan of coffee but I appreciate a good cold coffee and some nice aroma you know. I may also come here often after enrolling in the institute, it's a pretty good place to relax and have some peace.