Carver Cafe Novels & Stories

Caira rolled her eyes, surpassing her smile,"Now come on in and give me them juicy details." I yanked open the door, sliding inside gently and then closing the door softly. Grabbing a pack of chips that Caira had kept in the backseat for me, I smiled at her rear view mirror reflection. "Only over a glass of Merlot." "I am going to be driving really fast now and you can't stop me," Ciara said and the engine jumped to life, as I let out a hearty laugh. The bar/cafe was tucked in between two large buildings, and it was so tiny that one would have missed it if they were not paying much attention. It was small, quaint and looked like no one ever visited it.

he exclaimed. Then we marched towards the vending machine located on a corner near Lucifer’s Office. At leas we’ll be able to see when Lucifer’s secretary already arrive. “It tastes so good!” I cooed as I sipped my coffee from a can. “I know right. That’s why I tend to come here and grab a coffee whenever I have time to stress out.” Carlo said as he sat beside me on the bench. “By the way? You always come here to bring some papers for the director, may I ask about your work?”

Though it went under reconstruction, Boso-boso church still maintains its original architectural design--as per the your guide. At twelve thirty in the afternoon, they left the group and went to Burrow Cafe which is popular because of rustic vacation house and garden theme and it is hidden underneath the garden of events place The Bee House, with only a narrow, rabbit hole-like staircase to lead the way. There are also hammocks, outdoor garden chairs, and greenery all over the place. Aside from the beautiful space, their all-breakfast menu is a showstopper--signature Tender Beef Tapa, black pancit, pizzas, and Burrow signature cheesecake for dessert.

That just added up to my restlessness. The car stopped in front of a small but cozy cafe. The exterior was painted in plain khaki. On the foot of the brick wall were concrete boxes filled with green plants. On the top was glow in the dark neon green letters which formed the name of the cafe- Coffee and Arts. It was simple on the outside but once you step in you would want to stay forever. “Now I know why it wasn’t familiar. It’s a cafe for average people.” Her words were perfectly crafted with consonants of humiliation and vowels of boast.

It was now Saturday and I was at the cafe. It was just a few minutes to six and for the moment, business was slow. There hadn't been any customers for the passed half and hour and the small amount that were in here had already gotten served. Because I didn't have anything to do, I made myself busy with the task of wiping down the counter. I was finished and had just washed my hands, when the bell over the door indicated a new customer. I looked up at the person and saw that it was Carson. He came into the cafe and sat at a booth near the window. I took up my ordering pad and walked over to him.

Chey cuts me a sad little square of toast and half a sausage l**k to sample. "Don't be greedy now! You got to share with the little ones." The man laughs and Chey cracks up with him. We sample our food and praise Linda's handiwork and Calvin's suggestion. Linda and Calvin Ironstone's "The Vintage Cafe". I make a mental note. The name is short and sweet, just like the adorable little lady who creates such great food.

CARLA Low chattering from the few customers synched with the quiet breeze that wafted around the café. It was a sunny Saturday. My shift started at noon and ended in the evening. There were no classes today. I was taking orders from the customers and trying to do my job perfectly, regardless of the subtle glares and whisperings from my co-workers. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't affected by it. The door chimed as someone walked in. It was a guy. He had shades on. I hurried over to his table to take his order. "Good afternoon, Sir. What would you like to order?" "Hi, Carla." The voice was familiar. Then he took off the shades and I realized who it was. My nameless neighbor. "Uh

Our basis for our course is the thing that we love the most, in that way it would be easier for us to adjust to the new life we are ahead of. Presently, I am on my way to Miró Coffee. Caroline and I's meeting place, also my favorite coffee shop since their coffee is something that really suits my coffee taste. Their coffee beans are something as well, perhaps it is because they have a direct trade relationship with a coffee farm in Nicaruga. Also their menu, they have a variety of coffee filters and espresso. They also serve coffee cocktails and wine for dates. Their interior design catches attention too, minimal and open space, plus their free Wi-Fi. The moment I reach the coffee shop, I im

Gavin smiled happily as he pulled out and drove out of the parking lot. “The café we are going is a big tradition for this town. Everyone knows of it and you cant leave town without at least having a coffee from there. They have special office meeting spaces upstairs so the crowd wont bother us.” Gavin spoke highly of Mama Chika's Café. “I have never heard of it.” Asrar spoke the truth. He was a multi million dollar restaurant company that stretched from one end of the world to the other. He has never heard of this small café. Well to be fair he didn’t care for the cafe's he has come across. They where there own thing in the restaurant world where he was a full sports bar, family orientated

Evan burst into laughter, covering his face with tiny hands as Liam’s rough jaw brushed against him again. “You smell so good,” Liam teased while pinching the little nose gently. “Like strawberry waffles.” Evan laughed so hard his shoulders bounced. “I want waffles!” “Yes, we’ll eat waffles later.” From the waiting area at the front of the gallery, Evanka continued watching quietly. The leather sofa and cool air conditioning made the space far more comfortable than the noisy warehouse. A warm cup of tea rested in her hands, served earlier by one of the workers, yet her attention never drifted from the sight beyond the glass divider.