Coklat Panas Malam Musim Dingin My Cafe Novels & Stories

"Then we'd better hurry." The dessert shop was a tiny hole-in-the-wall tucked between a bookstore and a vintage clothing store, the kind of place you would walk past a hundred times without noticing. Inside, it was all warm wood and string lights and the smell of fresh-baked cookies. A glass display case held an array of cakes and pastries that made Clara's mouth water. "The chocolate lava cake," Cassian said, pointing. "Trust me." "I trust you." They ordered two lava cakes and two cups of coffee and settled into a corner booth by the window. The shop was nearly empty at this hour just a young couple in the far corner and an elderly man reading a newspaper at the counter.

“Dangerous.” A woman came over a minute later—apron tied at her waist, pen behind her ear, already mid-shift like she’d done this a thousand times. “Hey,” she said. “What can I get you guys?” Amber didn’t even look up. “Matcha.” Rowan leaned back slightly. “Machiatto.” I nodded. “Same.” The woman nodded. “Anything to eat?” I glanced at the display. “Chocolate croissant.” Rowan paused a beat. “Same.”

He was not trying. At all. That was the thought Arya had in her mind as she stared blankly at the coffee beans. Who still did their coffee in such a way? “Rich people...” Arya mumbled as she got to work. It took her quite some time before she was done. This time she made the coffee sweet and creamy. ...And as she had expected, he didn't even thank her for her hard work. Afterward, he gave her some files to organize and extra work to keep her busy. She had her own office but decided to stay in his. She didn't have a particular reason to stay with him and he didn't seem to mind her presence.

Cassie POV As I walked through the front door of The Bean House, the tiny bell attached to the door rang out. I was immediately hit by the smell of fresh coffee and newly baked pastries. The café was decorated with varying hues of brown, white, and yellow. The seats in the middle parts of the café were arranged in groups of twos and threes around circular tables. The seats closer to the walls and corners of the café were arranged in booths with the chairs having bright yellow cushioning. Various handing and potted plants littered the café giving it the feeling of a cutesy cottage. The floorboards shone as they had probably been freshly mopped and polished. A chalkboard situated directly oppo

Did he figure out what I was trying to do? The small facade of the cafe was freshly painted in dark blue, with golden scripted letters flashing the signage “A Cup Of Joy”. Dominic pushed the transparent glass door open that made a jingling sound and as I stepped inside, a blanket of warm air touched my face and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted my nose.

Then at Kenji. Then back at the café. "Akala ko ba marami kang gagawin?" Kenji removed his helmet."Take out lang." He walked inside as if nothing was unusual. Elijah followed behind, still confused. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee welcomed them. Kenji walked straight to the counter. "Hi. Can I get one large iced matcha..."He glanced at the menu."...one iced caramel macchiato..." "...one whole cheesecake..." "...and one egg pie."

Kedua tangan Rio melingkar di bahu mungil wanita berpakaian kantoran itu. Taplak warna putih dengan hiasan renda indah di setiap sisinya menutupi meja, yang di mana di atasnya terdapat kue ulang tahun ukuran mini dengan krim pink, disekelilingnya dihias lilin serta tulisan 'Happy Birthday to Rena'. Selain itu, terdapat beberapa makanan serta dua gelas yang sudah dituangi cairan warna hijau. Buket mawar dalam pas menghias di tengah-tengah meja kian menambah romantis suasana.

It was closing time at P**e's café; a quaint and humble space large enough to comfortably accommodate twenty-five seated customers and five more at the waitress' bar. Leather booths lined the front wall, and the large glass windows were decorated with orange, red, yellow and brown maple leaf stickers. The neon open sign which faced the street soon switched to Closing Soon. The usual strong scent of freshly grounded coffee beans had faded in the atmosphere, and blended perfectly with the soft aroma of the last baked sweets left in the store that day; vanilla with a hint of dark roast.

I rose on tiptoe and kissed him, slow, lingering, tasting winter air and sweetness on his lips. By midday we reached Kagurazaka, cobblestone streets winding uphill, lined with ivy-covered teahouses and tiny bistros. We ducked into a quiet café for matcha lattes and mochi filled with strawberry and cream. Dante pretended to hate the green foam on his upper lip; I leaned across the table and licked it off, laughing when his eyes darkened and his hand tightened on my thigh beneath the table.

it's a small cozy cafe named'BAKE MY LOVE',. Ahh rubbish.. people do alot of weird stuff for the publicity and guess what this name sucks to me.. Although I didn't like the name of cafe still looking at the interior I visited inside.. It was a cozy cafe filled with light music and a shelf of books... at one wall there written loads of quotes... One of the lady came to take my order, I didn't look at her and ordered the weirdest dish which they were serving.. GOOSEBERRY CHEESECAKE