Ineffable Cafe Novels & Stories

The coffee made there weirdly reduced his stress. Reading a newspaper, he waited for his order. The beautiful designs which he often sees on the coffee mug disappeared, making his day further dull. The coffee's smell was also different from his usual one. "Where is the design on my coffee?" He scowled like a little boy at the waitress who brought him the beverage. The young girl shivered in her legs at the harsh tone of the CEO. Their tiny cafe on the footpath beside the street was opposite the multinational firm. She may possibly lose her job because ninety percent of their customers came from the Pfizer group of industries.

The café was hidden down a narrow lane off West 31st. It had no signboard, only a small brass plate on the door and the scent of warm cardamom bread spilling out through the seams of its old wood frame. I arrived fifteen minutes early. I could not help it. My nerves had been sharpened all morning, wound tight from the moment the encrypted message confirmed the meeting time. Eleanor Chen had given no explanation, only a date, a location, and one line: You’ll want to hear this in person.

“Add that to the list.” He wandered toward the windows. “This paint though…” She groaned. “I know. It’s terrible.” “It’s not terrible,” he corrected gently. “It’s just… uninspired.” “It’s dull, it looks like an office from 2008.” He chuckled. “What are you thinking?” “I was thinking soft cream walls, maybe a muted sage green accent. Something warm. Something that makes people want to sit.” “Cream is safe,” he said thoughtfully. “But cafés need personality. What’s your brand?”

TWENTY MINUTES LATER Anyone that sees me right now will think I'm a mad woman. I'm sweaty and I feel dirty, I've been going from his office down to his cafe. From his office down to his cafe, repeatedly for almost twenty minutes. I gave him the Americano, he said it was too hot. Made it cold, it was too cold. Made it moderate, too much sugar. Made it less sugary, it's tasteless. Made it moderate, he changed his mind from Americano to caramel ice tea. I'm going crazy, the people at the cafe are giving some kind of awkward look because I've been going and coming for about twenty minutes. He better not complain about this one or else!! I'm gonna lose it and throw a fit!

Her modeling career had brought its own share of judgment, but Aurora was determined to prove that her profession was not as bad as people thought. It only took them 15 minutes to arrive at DJ Caffe, which had a classic ambiance. Upon entering, they were all impressed, except for Aurora, who had been there for a week already. With its brick walls and wooden furnishings, the cafe felt peaceful and cozy. However, Arabella suddenly noticed something odd about Aurora as she stared at a man sitting at a table without a number, deeply engrossed in his laptop.

The cafe on Maple Street was alive with a quiet buzz. Cups clinked against saucers, the hiss of the espresso machine punctuated the background hum, and the aroma of roasted beans mixed with the sweetness of fresh pastries. It was a cozy little place, one Elena had chosen with careful deliberation. Neutral ground. Public. Bright enough that shadows couldn’t creep in.

Her gaze was fixed on a cafe on the corner. The cafe looked cozy, with a green canopy and the words “Dreamer Tavern” in bold brown letters on a white background hanging from the front end, as if calling out to her. It's an old-fashioned coffee shop, instead of being like a coffee shop, it's more like an old building that was misplaced in the middle of so tall shophouses.

I am deep in thought as Alfred pulls the SUV into my parking spot at Brandford & Associates. I get out and make my way to the elevator. Several people get on and off during the course of the 21 floors. I hate that I wanted to be normal when there really isn't anything normal about me. I should have had a private elevator installed so that I wouldn't have to watch the women drool over me as we share the elevator. Luckily for me the no one gets on after the 18th floor and I have the space all to myself. I jump at the sound of the doors opening as I see Robin standing close to her desk holding out the offending file.

explained Agam. Shaquelle explained that in recent days the cafe has decreased because of a new cafe that was built beside the Shaquelle cafe. Not to mention that the cafe atmosphere looks as modern as abroad, so it makes many customers come there just to take photos. Shaquelle's cafe is clearly synonymous with Shaquelle's favorite cartoon Hello Kitty since she was a child.

It’s just that it’s good to get out of the house and have a breath of fresh air. “We are here!”. Derrick said as he packed the car. “Thank you Derrick. Do you want to go in with us?”. I asked him as I alighted from the car. “No, I'm fine, I will just wait here!”. Derrick replied back. “If you say so!”. I responded and Rose, Lisa and I started making our way towards the cafe. The cafe is painted white and sky blue. Even the security guard outfit is sky blue in color. Once we entered the cafe, I understood why it is called “the sky cafe”. The ceiling of the cafe looks as if it’s the sky itself. Heck the whole cafe looks as if it’s the sky itself. The tables, chairs and lights bulbs are made in