Isekai Mofumofu Cafe Novels & Stories

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."

If there was one thing he was worried about, it was probably that he had not given her enough! "I know," Serenity smiled. "But enough about that. Let's just enjoy ourselves for now. Lisa told me there's a good cafe nearby that sells delicious cakes. Let's go try it out! If the cakes are as good as they're hyped up to be, we can buy back a few slices for Micah and Jackie to try." "Okay," Jackson responded before following Serenity into the cafe. The cafe had just gone viral on the internet recently, so it was quite crowded inside, full of youngsters wearing hip and trendy clothes.

I was immediately taken to the reception desk to order a table and a food menu. I chose Wagyu Steak A5 and Spaghetti Pepperoni. I don't know what Zerikyu ordered because I was busy looking at the beautiful bird bell. Zerikyu managed to get one key. Without further ado, I entered the key numbered twenty-seven, which means it is located on the second floor in a corner. This private capsule cafe is the perfect spot to hide away. There is only one table and two sofas facing each other. Zerikyu and I take one seat each.

Said lungs continue to fuss as the dark clouds that aren’t just in my mind give to a light drizzle. I know that my head cannot take bloody murder screaming, so I settle for whatever source of sugar and caffeine is within walking distance of our new ground floor condo. So we, me, Tio, and the security team, courtesy of his third Daddy, trudge to the café around the corner where the most interesting person happens to be. Coming into the small and cozy bakery that I’m shocked is open at this hour. An empty pastry case and counter greet me with a rather annoyed little growl attached to one of the nicest asses I’ve ever seen up in the air beneath a table.

I met Isabella D’Caputo in a coffee shop that did not belong to Luca. That was the first requirement. Not the hospital café inside New Zenith. Not the sleek espresso bar in the Cashmere Crown. Not the place near the arts center where the barista had started writing little hearts beside my name after the children’s wing opening went viral. Somewhere ordinary. Somewhere with sticky tables, mismatched chairs, burned espresso, and a front window looking out at a strip mall with a nail salon, a tax office, and a sandwich shop that advertised three kinds of tuna like that was a reasonable amount of tuna for one building.

Someone's POVs I'm here in the cafeteria, all the things I'm planning is going smoothly as I calculate all the possibilities. That Modrake is really hard to read. His head looks like a puzzle, I can't even read the things that obvius he may misconduct. ""Hello, sir. Can I get your order?"" ""Hmm, let see? What about and omelette and a little spicy powder on the top of it."" ""Okay, sir. I'll be back.""

There were cars from one side to the other, which made the girl cover her ears for the lack of habit with the noise. Also, there were several shops illuminated with colored lights that sold various things, from food to clothes and trinkets. However, something caught Sera’s attention. A small coffee maker called Mystic Coffee, a place that looked cozy and cute with a dark blue facade with golden stars. Sera sat in the comfortable blue armchair and first picked up a menu. She pointed to a simple cappuccino and paid an amount she couldn’t tell if it was fair or not. The money the old man kept had been useful after all.

It will be raining soon, fortunately Shaquella will come home early or not, she will be caught in the rain on the road. About thirty minutes, Shaquelle finished showering. She also came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Unscrew the cover of the towel down to the bottom. Then took his shorts and put them on. But when she wanted to reach for the clothes in the wardrobe, Shaquelle's cell phone vibrated. She also took the cellphone and read the message from Fabiola. It only contained a short message, which invited Shaquelle to go to a Japanese cafe. She is strange, has her own cafe but still likes to taste other cafe dishes. And after that look for the best recipes and cook yourself, of co

"one caramel pudding plz" another order is there, so soon. Nowadays there are lot more customers and visitors in my cafe. Me and mom opened the cafe called "BAKE MY LOVE" because my mom loved baking and she only taught me amazing recipes which are still bringing happiness to me. Most of the teenagers visit the cafe , there are books, perfect music and of course perfect food. they say this is the perfect place to relax. But day by day my schedule is getting hectic. .

A black cat casually walked across the room, jumped on the counter, and then onto Milio’s shoulders. That cat is Milio’s familiar, they both have the same condition of heterochromia. One of their eyes was blue while the other was brown. The room was well-lit and had a cozy feel to it. A few customers were sitting there even though the streets were pretty much empty. The cafe had three floors. The first floor was for customers who simply wanted to enjoy their drink and some light pastries. The second floor had shelves of books, placed in a manner of division, forming a small easy maze with soft chairs that allowed the customers to enjoy their time while drinking and reading in silence.