Carver Cafe Novels & Stories

At the exit of the alleyway, there's a cafe name cafe Italia near Beatles street - their lights shine the brightest than the other restaurants and their design filled with plants caught my attention towards it. Smokes of vapes and cigarettes blocked the scents of the food we ordered. I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder and swiveled my neck to the left to see Wayne snapping me from daydreaming. "You good?" Wayne asked. "I'm alright, is the food ready?" I caress the back of my neck then I slid them to the side of my neck to take off. "Almost" "The corps you will working on, will you work as a businessman or any occupation that those prosperous vermins will put you in?" I asked and yet the fee

As soon as Fabian had finished complaining, they heard a jingle from downstairs of the coffee shop. It was the sound of wind chimes when the door opened. The cafe was closed today, so Carter was the only one who would enter the store at this time. Sure enough, they heard the waiter's polite voice in the next second, “Mr. Gray, you are here. The boss and his friends are already waiting for you upstairs. What would you like to drink?” Carter turned a deaf ear and, without even sparing a glance at the waiter out of the corner of his eye, walked toward the stairs on his own.

“It is okay. I was supposed to meet with Duncan but, apparently, he has decided to blow me off. How are you doing?” Adam’s face seemed to fall a bit. “Has he met with you at all?” He asked, stopping in the path. I shook my head. “No. Anders told me he was going to come over, but I have been waiting a few hours and I am done waiting. I thought I would stop by the cafe and pick up a treat before heading back to my cabin.” I replied, motioning towards the cafe. I had only been here a short period of time but I had grown to love the cafe. It was a bakery and coffee shop that served the best iced coffee and pie. The apple crumb pie was the best, but you couldn’t go wrong with any dessert that you

Jay – POV “We’re here,” I said, easing the car into the small parking lot tucked beside the café. The wooden sign above the entrance read “The Hollow Bean”—a cozy little spot nestled just off the town square. It wasn’t exactly fancy, but it had charm. The kind of place where you could eat in peace… or try to, if you weren’t me.

Gavin parked the car in front of the building. “Where is this?” I asked, my confusion growing. “Let’s go in,” he replied, his tone giving nothing away. I hesitantly got out of the car. As I did, I realized it was a cafe. A flower cafe even. Waiters with colourful uniforms and warm smiles stood by the door, and they seemed very welcoming. They greeted both Gavin and me with polite enthusiasm. I was instantly captivated by them and the overall atmosphere of the place. The interior was even more stunning than the exterior, a symphony of colours and fragrances. My initial apprehension had already melted away, replaced by a sense of wonder. A genuine smile spread across my face. “I didn’t know su

“Fine. But if anyone tries to get me to sing ‘Jingle Bell Rock,’ I’m filing an HR complaint.” Marcus fist-pumped. “Yes!” “But I swear,” she added, “if you touch the cocoa machine and break it again—” “That was an accident!” “You burned your name into the side.” “A happy accident.” The outing was set for 8:30, right after closing. By 8:32, everyone was bundled up in winter coats and filing into “Cup & Note,” the quirky café three blocks from BuyMore that doubled as a karaoke bar on Fridays. The lights were dim, the windows fogged, and the interior was decked out in fake snow, pine garlands, and mismatched armchairs.

Calista replied, holding her phone firmly while walking out of her portable office in the coffee shop. The coffee shop, named "Cal's Brew," was a cozy and inviting space with warm wooden floors and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls were adorned with local artwork and shelves filled with books and plants. Soft ambient music played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere. Comfortable seating arrangements, including plush armchairs and wooden tables, provided a perfect spot for customers to unwind or catch up on work. All this was put in place by Anthony. A sly smile cut across her face; owning something felt right.

"Got it." The waitress playfully stuck out her tongue. The man took the menu away and proceeded to prepare the tea. The waitress came out from the kitchen and told Joey, "You can check out these wood carvings. They're for sale as well." "Alright, thank you," Joey said before standing up and starting to look at the wood carvings. Some were on the wall, and others were displayed in cabinets. The café didn't seem cramped with these cabinets. Joey spotted a very beautiful wood carving.

What could go wrong? We went to an old coffee shop father used to take me to whenever he wanted to apologize for being sober, called Le Cafe Coffee. They were very popular around the area and it was closer to home. I had already missed one call from Cora, I didn't want to keep her or Lily worried. The place had a warm and inviting ambiance, I recognized the sweet aroma of their special made ginger and lemon tea as I walked in. Sebastian hadn't been here before, so I was left to do all the explanations for him.

It was Lex! “Happy birthdayyy meow!! Can you come to the GAC café at 9 today?? Its my treat. It’s been a long since we celebrated your birthday together!!”, he wrote. ‘Afterall there is someone who remembers it.’, She glowed up. ‘Lin Lin won’t be taking that much time, right??! Guess I’ll be able to go and celebrate my birthday!”, she mumbled to herself. “Okay I guess I will be able to come by then!”, she replied back with a smile emote.