Carver Cafe Novels & Stories

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.

The visitors include young people who are like having just been shot by an arrow of romance, families enjoying their holidays, girls or women who gather to gossip, and maybe singles like me who are heartbroken. Even though this cafe is quite old in this area, because her and I used to spend time here in the past and the most hidden thing from me is also here. But its attractive design, combined with various murals with the theme of coffee with classic brown nuances on the walls and its strategic location, may be one of the reasons this cafe has so many visitors. I just realized now, maybe because I daydreamed about it too much, I thought. My thoughts make me smile to myself. Ahh ... just rem

Very. Carl pulls off at the new area, which adjacent of the street is the Cafe he's called special place. "Your order?" Carl raises both eyebrows. I take that as his usual habit. He's been doing a lot of it since I met him. I just didn't notice it. "Cappuccino with two cubes of sugar, and hamburger, leaves free." I release a smile.

Carla's grin widened as she noticed John's quizzical expression. "I know, right?" she chuckled, gesturing towards the interior. "Sometimes, I surprise myself with the crap I come up with." She smirked, referring to the establishment's unique name. John couldn't help but see the humour in it; it was almost a mocking nod at Carla’s shifter nature. Parking at the back of the building, Carla explained, "We're going in from the back since we aren't opening for another couple of hours." The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the expansive parking area, where only one other car was parked.

“Agreed…but the base tone is perfect. You’ve got a good eye for balance, it looks so much better than mine.” “Thank you”April smiled and they continued sketching but in silence, occasionally they laugh and commented on each other sketches. —- [Velvet Ember Cafe] One of the distinguished cafeteria in the area, mostly harboured by professionals within or around the block, with top notch services. In a quiet corner of this cafe, Lauren sat across from Victor, their conversation were initially business related but it slowly shifted. “You know,” Lauren said, stirring her coffee absently, “you’re infuriating.”

The cafe's lights were all off, the curtains were drawn, and there were no signs that anyone was inside. Sophie's Aunt Cara had originally owned Cara's Cafe, but she left a long time ago. She wanted a better life; she wanted to do more than just own a little shop. Now it was just Sophie. She had wanted to be a painter and studied Art History at a school in France, but when the cafe was given to her, she didn't want to sell it.

"Once the Carvers start falling apart, I'll steal all their fortune and perform Twilight energy absorption. That way, I can break through to Arcane High Priest." He then looked down at the ground. Even though there was dirt in the way, Feran's eyes seemed to pierce through the surface, looking right at the people underground. Only three more to make ten. … Right then, major news exploded through the Chamber of Commerce. "What? Ms. Carver had an accident?" "Yeah, we just got word. Ms. Carver already had an accident and will never come back." "Didn't Mr. Merrick say that Ms. Carver was just handling business and would return after finishing up?"