Coffee & Books Novels & Stories

Around here I doubt that someone is coming to rob us, but it is better to be safe. He lets go of me and closes the door when I finish coming in. "Let's go have coffee." I think we have a lot to talk about. I put an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's a little late for coffee." How about a water chocolate? —It refers to liquid chocolate, which is almost a national anthem. It is nothing more than a chocolate with sugar, a pinch of salt, more water than chocolate tables and perhaps a cinnamon stick. It is the breakfast of the poor, as some call it. I call it delight.

She could see right through her; she's trying to bribe her way into changing her mind. She wouldn't fall for it. "Why did you ask me here?" Eden asked as she took in the rustic, Scandi decor. But it was the music that gave the place its charming ambience. They'd played two of her favourite indie, folksy songs since she sat down. Rise Coffee Shop was her vibe. She could see herself going broke over their chai lattes while she worked on her book, loosely based on her son's fascination with the moon. Since her freelance work was slow, she'd decided to try her hand at writing.

They named it after me and I'm just so proud that the coffee shop sounds like mine. Grabdma Fuchsia and Grandpa Martes lives at the third floor of that shop during business days and closes the shop every summer. People at the Rue City were Strawberry's Coffee Shop is located turns into a sad community every time summer hits the year because Grandma closes the shop to held a general cleaning and annual renovation.

he had decided to give her a book, sure that she would appreciate it, but then, the smell of the just-grounded fresh coffee hit him, and was too inviting to let it pass. At least that he knew, she liked coffee. “I’ll be at her house, so I can find out what she likes, and next time I can get her the book,” he thought smiling. “Hopefully there’s a next time.” And so, he got into the gourmet, very fancy and expensive store and got the best coffee that he could find, a filipino variety that happened to be his favorite, and that was a good way to tell her about himself too. “Not bad! Not bad!” He cheered himself up.

"Brother, you can go there. It's an old coffee shop. And you can also borrow the books from here to read there." Listening to her words, Edwin's forehead creased, "Coffee shop?" "Yes." The girl answers. Edwin finally turned to watch her hand's direction and soon his eyes went to the small coffee shop which looked like an old-generation building. The craft is old just like the library shop. After watching that he believes everything here is decades made. Regardless of what made him amazed, the strategy. The business strategy. Now he knew why the library was still working. Because of this coffee shop. Borrowing a book and going there is not a bad choice but as a businessman, it's a good deal.

The moment I crossed the threshold, the rich, roasted aroma of espresso enveloped me, but the sudden blast of the building’s air conditioning made me shiver violently against the damp heat I’d brought in from the street. The cafe was a sprawling, split-level space. To the left, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves formed a cozy library nook where customers were quietly flipping through novels. The rest of the floor was a chaotic symphony of clinking ceramic, grinding beans, and the loud, overlapping chatter of students and young professionals unwinding from their midday shifts.

Outside, Mitch gestures down the street. "There's a little place down the road I sometimes stop for coffee." Without giving her a chance to refuse, I take the bag of books from her. "Let me carry that for you." The 'little place', a small cafe, is mainly occupied by student types. They sit in groups, wearing bohemian clothes and cheap gothic jewellery, arguing loudly. It's not quarrelling, but debate of the kind you get from the types that think they know the secrets of the universe, or they can put the world to rights by talking about it.

Where happy endings still exist. Julian's expression did not change. "Not every book has a happy ending." "No," Lena said, looking up at him. "But some do. And sometimes… it's worth reading to discover. There was something in her eyes that opened something very wide up inside his chest. He didn't like it. Didn't know it. And yet, he didn't turn around. He accompanied her back to the front counter. "Do you want a coffee while I wrap these?" Lena asked, already moving towards the little niche next to the register. There was a small French press, two chipped cups, and a pyramid of ceramic sugar bowls jammed next to jars of biscotti and handmade bookmarks.

She gleefully clapped her hands together as she took in the sight of all the comfy chairs and intricate stands containing tea-time snacks. She was so excited that almost all of her walls fell as she eagerly dragged me along with her by the hand to one of the back walls of the bookshelves. "I-I h-heard that this café was able to g-get a-access to n-new books before t-they were even officially a-announced to t-the public a-and it's a-actually t-true." She had a big bright smile on her lips as she wobbly reached up for one of the higher shelves, trying to reach for one of the thick books resting up there. "I-I w-was reading t-this s-series r-recently, and it e-ended on a c-cliffhanger, which m-

I almost forgot about the nausea. I was just Bianca, the CEO of a successful company. After the meeting wrapped up, Sophia and I went back to my office. "Should I get you a cup of coffee, Ms. Salvatore?" Sophia asked after arranging my files. I never missed my daily dose of caffeine. It was my energy booster when working. But I read in one of the pregnancy books Damian had bought that coffee is not good for the baby. "No, thank you, Sophia. I'm trying to cut back on coffee," I said. "Just get me a cup of warm water with lemon."