Novel & Cerita Café Lovely

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.

“Did something happen?” “We’ve arrived, ma’am,” the driver said as he pulled up in front of the cafe. Aria had never felt more grateful. She could kiss the man right now. Café Noir was a high‑end café with big glass windows, dark wood, greenery, and people in tailored coats pretending they weren’t watching each other over flat whites. Inside, a hostess greeted Victoria by name and led them to a small table by the window. “Your usual?” the hostess asked.

Epilogue: Two Years Later POV: Noah The café was quiet, a hidden gem tucked away on a cobblestone side street in the heart of the Marais. The air inside was a rich blend of dark roast coffee, steamed milk, and the buttery, sweet scent of freshly baked brioche that seemed to seep from the very walls. Outside, a soft, persistent rain misted the windowpanes, blurring the world into a watercolor painting of grey stone and muted green awnings. The morning was slow, warm, and profoundly human. It was a world away from the gleaming, high-stakes pressure of their lives.

As they walked away from the boutiques, a nearby café caught her attention with its lavish design swaying in the breeze, inviting them into a world of indulgence that sent an exciting shiver down her spine. It was named "Château de Café," and Gabrielle felt a strange attraction to it. "Oh, I need to check this out!" Gabrielle exclaimed suddenly, filled with excitement. Amelia just smiled and went in with her. As soon as they entered the café, Gabrielle was surrounded by the rich scent of freshly made coffee and baked goods. The decorations were stunning, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and soft, velvety chairs that invited her to sit down. A large display case showcased a v

Isabella Roosevelt The café was a pastel paradise, its walls painted in soft blush pink with accents of cream and mint green. Fairy lights dangled from the ceiling, casting a warm glow, while potted plants and hanging ivy framed the windows, creating an inviting charm. The tables were small and round, each adorned with a tiny vase holding a single fresh daisy. Behind the counter, the barista worked with precision, her movements almost hypnotic as she crafted beautiful lattes with intricate foam art.