Coffee Shop In An Alternate Universe Novels & Stories

My mind was already racing, putting pieces together, creating a plan. Whatever this is, whoever’s behind it… they’re going to regret ever starting this war. And trust me, I don’t lose. Few moments after Trevor finished his sentence and leaned back, clearly exhausted from everything he’d just dumped on me, a soft voice interrupted us. “Excuse me,” the barista said gently, smiling politely. “Would either of you like a refill?” I blinked up at her, a little thrown off. For a moment, I had completely forgotten we were sitting in a normal coffee shop with normal people who had no idea the kind of chaos being discussed at our table.

The second the hot beverage hit her tongue, she couldn’t refrain herself and spit it all out. Old Al’ and Mat waves of laughter resonated in the café while Bianca was trying to get her composure back. « Ohlala what is that ? » she had now teary eyes and the sourness was killing her. Old Al’ gave her a glass of water « This is what people here call cow piss… » « Excuse me! I like to call it the sorcerer’s coffee grounds » said half vexed Mat. « I can make you another one, it might be good… we never really know. »

"Well, my wife and I had a heated argument, just like a married couple, and she decided to kick my ass out of my own house. She just got angry because I haven't spent my time with my family, even though I spend most of my nights taking care of my daughter, who has special needs. Anyway, what are you doing outside? " "Well, I just want to walk outside. I need to relax after all these crazy events of the past three weeks. " Kathy said as they walked down the sidewalk. She noticed a coffee shop that was open 24/7. "Do you want some coffee? My treat. " Jeff nodded and the two of them went to the coffee shop. Jeff gently opened the door and let her in before he entered. The smell of coffee beans

I'm staring at the latest text when the barista calls out "Medium oat milk latte, no foam" for the third time. That's my order. Every Tuesday at 11:15, just like the message said. The coffee shop on Fifth Street is my one sanctuary in this city of surveillance. Exposed brick walls, mismatched vintage furniture, and a handwritten chalkboard menu that changes daily. It's the kind of place Alexander would never set foot in…too casual, too unpredictable for his taste.

That's when it hit me. I forgot the coffee. Thank God there's a little coffee shop nearby, but it's not Starbucks. He wouldn't notice. Hopefully not. I walked out of the taxi, tipped the driver, and walked into the little coffee shop called. 'Colombia' I've heard of it before. I re-read the email to see his order. It was just plain black coffee. No sugar. I paid and walked back out. Entering the building that will soon change my life. Written in bold. 'Hudson Enterprise.'

Midnight start to walk out of the hall. "Or maybe not." And then she smirk. ************************************************** Weeks past by and Mourge is back in town. She know that Peach is in a peace world. So here is she now. Serving a special coffee. "Welcome to Bittersweet cafè, what is your order?" Mourge politely asks the girl with a glasses. She looks like a nerd for Mourge. But of course. This nerdy girl will not be here for no reason. Once their eyes met. Mourge can see a reflection of herself in the kid's face.

“You’ve missed it. Shadow, what the hell? I thought you were taking me to get something to eat, and I’ve got to get back to work. I’ve got a shift to finish.” “Pam will finish your shift for you.” “Ugh, that is not how this works. For me to get paid, I must be there.” “I know how it works, and trust me, Pam knows what she is doing.” Lisa frowned. “Are you the Alpha that owns the coffee shop?” “Fuck, no, I can’t stand coffee.” “You can’t stand coffee.” This made her frown deepen. “You’re always asking for coffee.” “Yeah, and I don’t like it, but I have a feeling the plants outside of your place do. They’re thriving.”

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

I usually spend this time alone to clear my head and an order was given to everyone that no one is supposed to disturb me unless it’s a life and death situation. I recently found myself spending my hour for the day drinking coffee in the coffee shop Athena used to work at. I guess a part of me still hopes that since this shop is located outside of our border, even if I own it, a miracle will happen and Athena will suddenly show up and serve me my coffee as I take my seat on the same spot where Athena and I sat. I always find it both nostalgic and comforting whenever this thought, no, this wishful thinking crosses my mind.

Toni said, hopping out. Alex looked at the small building, standing on its own in a half deserted part of town. It was small and had a drive-through window. A pretty girl was standing there, looking down into a car as she passed a cup of coffee to him. "She's wearing a damn bikini," Alex pointed out. "She's a bikini barista," Toni replied. "Mom and Dad will never go for this," Alex told her. "Mom and Dad don't drink coffee, and Dad doesn't work on this side of town. Mom always gets her groceries from the store near our house. They don't have to know. We can tell them we serve coffee at a coffee house."