روايات وقصص ضمن Coklat Panas Malam Musim Dingin My Cafe

Raleigh's Pov A New Name, In A New City The doorbell hanging just above the quiet café jingled as I pulled it open. A warm scent of coffee welcomed me immediately I stepped a foot into the room. It was indeed quiet and quaint with no curious eyes watching by the corners. It was exactly what I needed at the moment. “You are welcome to Cocoa and Canvas,” the barista had said but with a well rehearsed smile. On her wrist lay boldly a crescent moon tattoo, all colored green. “Searching for a reserved caffeine or ready to explore your creativity?”

“Yessir! We got this week’s special, the Nutty Gritty. A mix of dark choco and milky haggelnut with caramel and whipped cream on top. Would you like that?” “Sure.” “Would you like a small, medium, or large?” “Just medium. And also one mac & cheese.” Matthew’s eyes were at the menu above. “Right. Yo, Izz! Mac & cheese!” Shim Boon shouted to the back. “Got it!” Izz replied from the kitchen. “Medium Nutty Gritty comin right up!” Shim Boon proceeded to make Matthew’s order. While Shim Boon was busy, Matthew looked around the cafe. It seemed like there’s not many people here. Maybe it’s just not rush hour yet. While looking around, Matthew spotted Bran.

Dangerous combo. The drive was short—three blocks to a place called The Frosty Mug that looked like it had been decorated by a Christmas elf with commitment issues. Twinkly lights everywhere. Inside, it was warm chaos: hockey posters on the walls, a jukebox playing old rock, and the smell of cinnamon and melted marshmallows that made my stomach forgive Minnesota for existing. Knox waved at the barista like they were old friends. “Two specials, extra whipped cream, and don’t skimp on the chocolate shavings, Lila.”

She trailed off, panic rising in her eyes. Then it was gone. Damien leaned forward, desperate. “Because it was yours. It was always yours.” “I’m sorry,” she said, recovering with a polite smile. “That must have been someone else.” Damien’s heart twisted. Sofia and Cassandra pressed on, each taking turns weaving threads of memory into conversation. Cassandra spoke of New York winters, of Central Park dusted in snow. “I had a friend once,” she said carefully, “who swore the best cocoa was from a small café near the south entrance. She’d drag me there every December, even in blizzards.”

That could be to my advantage. “Thank you,” I said, taking a seat on a couch. Walter walked carefully towards the couch on the other side of the table and sat. Soon, Renda and Grace were seated on either side of me with steaming cups of coffee and hot chocolate. I glanced at Renda and smirked. “I didn’t know you had a sweet tooth.” She wrinkled her nose, “I… have a weakness.” “Cocoa Madness is the best hot chocolate on the market,” Walter said, his voice taking on a gentle and warm tone. “Special blend. Most don’t know we do more than sell cannabis blends and eatables.”

Our sweet waitress greets us. " Hi, Ireen. Please open this bottle, serve it to booth 21, and make me Camellia tea. " The waitress nods. Camellia tea is our specialty, and the cafe is called Camellia Cafe. The flower Nikolas gave me inspired it not so long ago, and I returned to the booth, sitting before Xavier Alarie. We are quiet. My gaze is on my hands, and I cannot look him in the eye. He is so intimidating.

said the waitress. "Yeah." "Yes, ma'am. We have caramel cocoa, triple coffee, mango jelly, strawberry and chocolate flavor." Gray turned to Sarah. "What do you think?" "No, I'm not really into...sweets," Sarah said although her expression wasn't convincing enough. "It's for me." "Oh! Then you should probably try the chocolate one." Gray turned to the waitress. "One chocolate, large. And do you have cakes?" "We have chocolate, black forest, pineapple, red velvet, strawberry, plum, butterscotch, lemon, banana and carrot cake, ma'am," the waitress responded.

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire. There is a small café close to Shane’s apartment , called, Cozy corner café. As we push open the wooden door, the delightful smell of freshly brewed coffee envelops us. The café is filled with warm yellow lights and soft music playing in the background as a cheerful hum of chattering customers fills the space. We make our way to the counter, where a barista is busy crafting latte art on the surface of a rich espresso shot. She flashes us a warm smile and focus hard at the task at hand. “What can I get you?” She finally ask.

Sydney said while grabbing a spray bottle and towel and going around to wipe down the tables "yes, this one time this woman got so angry at me because I put rainbow sprinkles instead of chocolate ones, she literally cursed me out" Tamara said rolling her eyes "oh gosh, my anxiety is hitting the roof right now" Tamara laughed "relax its not so bad most people are really nice its just the couple of bad eggs that come in here every once in a while. where was I oh right toppings next we have hot fudge, hot chocolate and strawberry and those are in these bottles alongside the whipped cream"