Coffee Shop Writing Novels & Stories

Johan had always tried. Johan- “I’m already at the café.” I sigh and tuck my phone away, making my way outside. The café across from the office is one of my favorite places to write. When I don’t want to sit in the break room with my coworkers, I come here, order a coffee, and escape into my own world. I push open the door amd walk in. Johan is already seated near the window, stirring his drink absentmindedly. “Hey,” I say, sliding into the seat across from him.

“But he did. And he asked for coffee instead of whiskey after.” A strange, ridiculous swell of relief rose in me. Coffee instead of whiskey. Softness where there might have been fire. I clutched the ugly pen like it could keep me steady. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s do the work.” — By nine that night, I was in the corner booth of the café, the one with a view of both door and mirror. The room was the same as last time: gentle light, soft jazz that didn’t believe in itself enough to be intrusive, the hiss of milk, the scent of oranges from a bowl by the register. I ordered a coffee I would let go cold and a glass of water I would finish too fast. The notebook lay open to a blank page that made me f

39 I drink coffee until it makes my heart beat too fast. The refills are free and the waitress doesn’t talk to me like I’m a kid. This is why I stay, I guess. The way it feels like I’m okay to be here. The way it feels safe. The seats around me fill up with singles and duos. Laptops and notebooks. Actual books, too. I don’t have anything to occupy my hands or my eyes except the cup in front of me. I test out white sugar versus brown sugar. Sweetener. Sweetener and white sugar. Sweetener and brown. Cup by cup. I don’t look at the people around me. Something about them seems too real. The things they’re frowning at, mouthing at, even as they sit alone and type stuff or write stuff or make thei

Driving the vehicle myself made it a little more bearable. The coffee shop outside of town was a little building along a strip of boutiques and shops. Vines with baby-pink flowers wrapped around the doorway and hung over the large display window out front. A milk and cream bar wrapped around half of the counter and was dotted with various syrups and flavorings. Breyona and I had tried to make our own coffee the first time, but both of us lacked the magic touch the baristas here had. A giant chalk board took up the wall behind the counter, and had the menu written in near-perfect handwriting. Little doodles of coffee beans and cappuccinos with fancy art, took up the free spaces.

I couldn't help but get excited about the fact that the smile on my face was not going anywhere anytime soon, and even if boss man decided to be a prick all morning, I wouldn't care because I have a date with my best friends tonight. As I entered the bustling coffee shop, I was instantly hit with the rich aroma of freshly ground beans and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air. I approach the counter, my eyes scanning the menu, before settling on her usual order, which is: a coffee with milk and 2 sugars for Gary; a hot chocolate for me; and a caramel mocha with cream on top and 2 sugars for Ebony. The barista, a young woman with an easy smile, greeted me with a friendly "Welcome to

The quiet hum of conversation filled the space, punctuated by the occasional clink of ceramic cups and the soft hiss of the espresso machine. Ellie stood behind the counter, adjusting the menu board with practiced ease as she sipped from her own mug. The café had only been open for a few months, but it already felt like home. Every detail—the rustic tables, the bookshelves filled with second hand novels, the warm glow of hanging lights—was a reflection of her heart and dreams.

Such a fun chapter!! Chapter 11 - Colton Hastings doesn't get jealous. ~~~ Café Day was a small coffee and cupcake shop that sold reasonable yet extremely delicious creamy and unhealthy food. It was exactly what anyone would need on a hot Sunday morning. Starbucks was just a few blocks away from it, still, Café Day was never short of customers. The majority of students preferred Café Day due to its not-so-soaring-the-sky rates. Plus they rarely wrote the names on the cups wrong.

she whispered to the waiter when he returned to her table with a mug of iced coffee for her. "The best you can find out here," the waiter noted, and slid his hands into the pocket of his white apron. "Anything else?" "No," Sasha nodded in response. The waiter walked away to the next table to receive their order. The beauty of a cafeteria always resides in the bond between every customer and the seat they chose to sit, she thought. Gently, she opened her laptop and began a stream of consciousness, writing anything that crossed her mind whether or not it made sense. She paused on several occasions to observe the environment. The two men sitting across the right end were lost in their conservat

Another coffee. Hands held longer. Truth deepening. No rush. But unstoppable. Coffee dates disguised no more. Something real blooming. (Word count: 1100) Ready for Chapter 33?

"You know he's my editor and we're working together on this tour, I don't want things to be awkward between the two of us." "I hope you're making the right decision though," she said as she gently tapped on the driver's shoulder. "I'll be stopping here." "See you, bestie. Don't miss me too much." "Little thief, that's my line." We both laughed. "Your usual coffee shop, right?" "Yeah, Page One Coffee." "Fine, I may be stopping by if I'm free. Have a nice day, Eve." "Bye Ava." The coffee bar wasn't full which was the best time for me to concentrate and write. I went to my usual spot, close to the window, at the extreme.