Coffee & Books Novels & Stories

We tell each other almost everything. “We’re here,” Gelo said. He pointed his lips to the castle-like building, splashed with ivory-white paint. We’ve walked for hours and I haven’t seen this building before. “What is this place? I looked so medieval and aesthetic.” “A coffee shop.” “This is a coffee shop?” The coffee shop is the last thing I perceive this place as. It doesn’t look one until I saw different quotes about caffeine. “Yup,” Gelo said, pulling me inside. It wasn’t just a simple coffee shop. It’s a haven. A coffee shop and a bookstore. On the right side of the place, there were wooden chairs and stools where some people are either working, chatting, or reading books while they we

It would be nice for relaxation and business meetings just like her restaurant. She looked at the names of the coffee in the menu book and the different foreign names made her frown in confusion and her futile attempt to pronounce them in her mind. There was koffee de lux, cuffi, African cafe, nes koffee. These were the ones she could pronounce in her mind without difficulty. They must be as sweet and nice as their names. Although she doesn't really like cream in her coffee, she might try one of these with cream today. The thought of the taste already made her salivate.