Novel & Cerita Clouds Cafe

As I felt a bit tired from walking, I looked for a place to settle in and have a break, maybe to eat as well as I felt the crumbling of my stomach. What caught my attention was a cafe with “Pisces and Gem” signage , since I'm a Pisces I immediately entered the cafe. It gives an interesting vibe. Upon entering a cozy feeling turned to my view, the ambience gives you a relaxing feeling, wooden fixtures are shiny and there's even an artificial bermuda grass on the floor. I expected it to be blue since the cafe’s name represents fish, however it is a lot differ from what I am in.

The month of June had only a dozen days left.The sky had mostly been clear both during the day and at night.On this particular day,bands of clouds spread across the night sky in layers,and from time to time,they blotted it out altogether.The deep silence of the night was interrupted by sharp successive chirps of birds still laying still on their nests, some on trees, and others on the ground. From small sharp voices, to long deep howls rendered the air in successive turns. The sun had started to send long streaks of light over the shoulder of a flickering cloud in the East, slowly turning away darkness,and bringing a warm blanket of light over the face of the earth.

Cafes in this small town are very different from cafes in Jakarta. Even so, still the aesthetic appearance did not disappoint me. Especially the Ananda Cafe that I—we—stopped by. I sip a cappuccino ice drink with brownish granola topped with pleasure. A boy and a part-time vampire in front of me were staring at a group of girls in shorts across the place where we sat. The girls who were mostly wearing minimal tops were giggling when they realized Saga was watching them.

Richard and Lia decided to meet at Le Café Magnifique, a highly acclaimed luxurious coffee shop in a charming city corner. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted with an air of refined elegance that permeated the entire space. The café's exterior exuded a classic charm, with large windows adorned with intricate wrought-iron designs, allowing glimpses of the warm glow inside.

“I need to pick up a few essentials.” Chloe nodded, chuckling at the unusual term I used for browsing. “It’s impossible to get lost around here. Whichever way you choose to walk around the stores, you’ll end up right back here. It’s laid out in one big circle. See that Café over there, the one called Muffins,” she pointed to a quaint little café with a black and purple striped canopy that matched the signage. “Meet me there at eleven-thirty. We can all grab lunch together.” “Okay, see you later.” I waved them off. Both children grabbed Chloe’s hands as they pulled her off towards the shops.

They walked out of the hall and headed towards a small cafeteria located beside the lecture theatre. It was where the students with less money in the faculty usually buy food when they have a break. The cafeteria is owned by a woman in her late 50s called Mama Toyin. It is a medium sized building made up of metal roofing sheets. There were tiny ceiling fans running with slow motion at the ceiling. On the floor were titles that seemed to have lost their colours. There were plastic tables with four chairs arranged per table. And on each table, there was a bowl with spoons in it. Richard and Paul entered the cafeteria. They sat on one of the tables and a young boy working as a waiter approached

My wolf was on high alert, but the city felt normal, the scent of street food and perfume lingering in the air. When the massive Cloud’s Café came into view, I slowed. I had imagined something small and cozy. A shop with a few wooden tables and a counter. However, what stood before me was nothing like that. The café had tall glass windows stretching across the entire front wall, glowing warmly from within. Inside, I could already see people seated, chatting, and working on laptops. As we stepped inside, I took it all in—the high ceiling, the soft instrumental music floating through the air, and the scent of roasted beans and sugar. The interior was calm and elegant.

He needed coffee, otherwise he might die of frustration. With long strides he came out and over the sidewalk. The cold wind immediately hit his face, carrying water vapor. George tilted his head up and saw the dark and overcast sky. It will rain soon. His mind was wandering as he stepped into the cafe he had been subscribed to. The cafe was at the end of a busy street so it was quite busy. Even though it is a little crowded and busy, it does provide excellent coffee. The aroma is fragrant and thick with a vegetable cream that is very suitable when combined.

Samantha took a 360-degree glance at the place, her eyes scanning every corner of the cozy, warmly lit cafe. Jasmine’s Cafe was a charming haven, with rustic wooden tables and chairs, the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweet aroma of baked goods. The soft hum of quiet conversations and the gentle clinking of cups created a soothing ambiance, while sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow on the polished wooden floors and the brick walls adorned with vintage art.

“There’s so much happening everywhere.” “That’s city life,” Evan said. He guided her down a lively side street lined with small brick buildings and colorful shop signs. They stopped in front of a cozy café with wooden tables set outside beneath striped umbrellas. The sign above the door read: “Morning Bloom Café.” Clara smiled instantly. “This place looks adorable.” Inside, the café was warm and inviting. The walls were decorated with local artwork and framed photographs of the city from decades past. A chalkboard menu listed fresh pastries, omelets, and homemade waffles.