Coffee Shop In An Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

An hour later we're standing beside a tiny coffee truck parked near the Malibu shoreline. The salty breeze carries the scent of the ocean while waves roll lazily onto the sand. Alejandro studies the handwritten menu. "This place has seventeen coffee options." "You're overwhelmed." "I miss normal coffee." I grin. "You're getting caramel." "I don't even like caramel." "You do today." "And what are you getting?" "The same thing." "So we're both suffering?" "It builds character." The barista laughs. "You two argue like you've been married forever." Neither of us answers.

Juliette's POV: "I'll take two small decaf mocha iced coffees," I heard my mother say to the cashier before she nudged me in my side. "What do you want dear?" "Make mine a small mocha iced latte," I said as I blinked a few times and looked at the barista. I had been zoning out since I got out of the car. The lady behind the bar punched it in and my mother swiped her card to pay. I walked away from her as I went over to the waiting area for orders. I crossed my arms as I felt uncomfortable. The hairs on the back of my neck was standing as I looked around the only coffee shop this town had. I recognized pack members that were about to leave out for the pack duties. Their eyes landed on me.

*Harley' POV "Xavier Everest?!" Nina's jaw hangs open in the air, her coffee cup stopping midway to her lips. "Xavier hot-as-fuck Everest?!" Jesse exclaims, her amber eyes shining bright. I nod, sipping my strawberry milkshake with a straw, as I look at my two best friends. We are currently on a break from classes and we decided to check out the new coffee shop that opened nearby. The place is comfy and the smell of coffee and cakes greeted us the moment we stepped inside through the glass doors. 'Hot Cup Brews' is already gaining popularity and I see a few of our classmates huddled around a little table at one corner.

The cafe was located at a street close to her precint. As Detective Sophia entered the cafe, she noticed the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. The sound of a soft jazz tune playing in the background created a cozy ambiance. The cafe was dimly lit, with small, circular tables scattered throughout the room. The walls were decorated with rustic wooden panels, giving the cafe a vintage feel. A large chalkboard hung behind the counter, displaying the different types of coffee and snacks available. A few people were sitting at the tables, chatting and sipping their drinks, while others were typing away on their laptops.

' you wonder. You are still angry. 'Why did he have to drag me past everyone? Why not use his private elevator? Why is he doing this to me?' you wonder, turning left, deciding on a croissant for breakfast. You are so deep in thought that you don't realize the eyes are following you. You enter the little coffee shop and join the queue of customers impatiently waiting for their turn. You hear another person enter the coffee shop followed by another but don't care to turn around to look. It is not your first time in the coffee shop. In fact, it has become your favorite place for your morning fix and according to your pallet, the croissants are the best. Along the coffee and freshly baked croiss

Cassian said, in the voice of someone who had made a decision and was not revisiting it. The third thing was coffee shops. They had met in one. They returned to the same one, which was a decision that happened without discussion — the Tuesday morning coffee became a Tuesday morning coffee at the specific place, the specific table, the specific order that Cassian had known because he'd known it from the previous lifetime.

I had left the hoodie at home and put on a navy button-down shirt tucked into dark jeans, trying to look like someone who hadn’t just crawled out of emotional hibernation. First stop? No luck. Second stop? A maybe. But it was the third stop that changed everything. A narrow coffee shop tucked at the corner of a quieter street, wedged between a record store and a yoga studio. The front window was clean and bright, framed by gold letters that read: KAFÉ VERSE The interior looked like the kind of place where trust-fund kids and literary critics rubbed shoulders over oat milk lattes. It was giving rich vibes. As I walked in, a barista near the counter spotted me.

Nicole’s POV The local coffee shop had always been our sanctuary. It was a cozy, familiar little place nestled just a few blocks away from the main university gates, filled with the comforting hum of the espresso machine, the gentle, rhythmic clinking of ceramic mugs, and the rich, heavy aroma of roasted coffee beans. Usually, the moment I stepped through the door, the ambient warmth and the soft indie acoustic music playing from the ceiling speakers would instantly wash away whatever academic stress I had been carrying. It was the one place where the rest of the world felt like it could wait.

“I’m so tired of this. He treats you poorly, but you still defend him.” “I’m not being treated badly.” I sank into a soft couch. “I want an Americano with no milk or sugar.” “Your life is bitter enough. You should have something sweet. How about a caramel macchiato?” she muttered to herself and went off to make coffee for me. At lunchtime, the coffee shop was really busy. It had great business because the chef made delicious food and pastries. The place was almost always full. There was a special spot near the bar, with a unique and very comfortable couch. Sophie had set it up specifically for me.

But, one glance from him, as if he could read her thoughts and see deep into her soul, fixed her in her chair. He reached for the tray of refreshments Eden had forgotten until now and took one of the brightly decorated styrofoam cups, with a Rise Coffee Shop logo stamped to its side, and the word 'macchiato' scrolled in pretty, feminine-like handwriting on the white lid. They had outlets nationwide, mostly in shopping malls, but Eden remembered seeing one in the food court, on the first floor, when she played with the interactive map. She's a sucker for their chai lattes and would kill for one right now, or anything warm really.