Jing Si Books & Cafe New York Novels & Stories

This is test number one. “Hey everyone! This is Selene. Of the Merrick Ad Company. She is a dear friend of mine.” Sia smiles as the long rectangular table. There are about ten women in a lot of pastel tea dresses. The tables are decorated with gold trim China. Crystal glasses with gold trim and flowers all down the center of the table. The room is beautiful with its curved ceilings looking like we are in an old train station. The black trimmed windows show a beautiful day outside with tree lined streets of New York. “Oh, it’s nice to meet you.”

Astrella Honey's point of view The wind off the Hudson had teeth, but the moment the Javits Center doors hissed shut behind us, the chill was replaced by the hum of a thousand voices and the thick, unmistakable scent of expensive lattes and overpriced funnel cake. I looked down at our table. The stacks of books were still there, crisp and smelling of fresh ink, looking far too professional for something that had started as a messy draft on my laptop. “Check the line,” I said, my voice hitching as I wrestled my gloves off. “Are they lost? Do they think we’re giving out free snacks?”

I didn't call my lawyer, or my mother, or anyone whose first instinct would be to talk me out of whatever I was about to do. I opened a reservation app and typed an address. Aurelius. The restaurant on the corner of 54th and Madison. It has good coffee, tables by the glass and an unobstructed sight line to the building directly opposite. SM Group's New York office. Thursday. Eight forty-five in the morning. The reservation was confirmed. I set the phone face-down and stood up, moving to the window. The city below went about its business — taxis, pedestrians, the ordinary indifferent machinery of a Thursday that hadn't arrived yet.

Then I got a text that surprised me, from Jake. Sienna, can I buy you a coffee this morning? I would like to talk to you about your relationship with Luca Moretti. My eyes darted around the room nervously. He had been known to sneak up on me; I'd hate to have him somewhere close by reading a message like that over my shoulder. Sure, how about The Neon Bean off Flamingo? I can be there in 15. Jake quickly sent a thumbs-up back over to me, and I grabbed my purse off the table in the foyer, ready to leave.

It rattles and growls like a beast, but she laughs every time it jerks at a bump, so I do not complain. We start at a little book cafe on the edge of the square. The building is old, bricked with ivy creeping along the windows. Inside, the scent of roasted coffee beans mingles with worn pages. There is soft jazz playing in the background, and sunlight spills through the windows like liquid gold.

Shaquelle's days looked bright, especially when Jerry allowed Shaquelle to open a cafe close to his office. With the excuse that if Jerry is hungry later, he only walked a few meters to arrive at Shaquelle's cafe. And yes, this cafe still has a Hello Kitty theme with a Korean style nuance. That woman is really crazy about ginseng country. Like right now, Shaquelle is busy arranging ornamental sakura plants in the corner of the cafe, so that it looks good and isn't boring. Shaquelle also provides photo boxes for customers to feel at home during their coffee prayers or just unwind.

-SIENNA- Fiddling with my cappuccino, I waited for my fake fiancée to arrive. We spoke briefly on the phone yesterday and arranged to meet after work at my favorite coffee shop near my apartment. The cozy place, decorated with green walls and white furniture, serves the best coffee in the area. But my favorite part is the small garden in the back with the tables arranged around a small fountain. The smell of the flowers combined with the smell of coffee makes everything better. It's like a hidden oasis in the middle of Manhattan. Choosing to meet in one of my safe places was a strategic decision to give me more strength when the nerves fluttered in my stomach.

Jenny was ignoring both of them for a long time, she noticed Ronin that he had a feeling for Sia but she couldn't say anything because she was not confirmed about it but the things that happened yesterday made her frustrated with Sia. Sia replied to her, “I just went to the library to take the book.” Jenny said, “You have already taken the book then why did you go there again with Ronin?” Sia tried to explain her, “I took the wrong book and I was going to change it with the right one, going alone but Ronin met me in the way and ask to come with me so I let him come with me and we get stuck in the library, it was not intentional but it was just an incident.”

The coffee shop Sienna had chosen was in Tribeca—neutral territory, far from the Upper East Side and far from the West Penthouse. It was noisy, crowded, and smelled of roasted beans and damp coats. Sienna sat in a corner booth, her back to the wall. Aria sat next to her in the wheelchair, her hand resting on Sienna’s knee under the table. "They're late," Sienna said, checking her phone. "Again. It's a power move."

Susy asked, suddenly animated, jumping up from the couch before taking the booklet from Jenny. “I came across it today at the antiquarian bookstore near the shop,” Jenny said enthusiastically. “Will you lend it to me once you’ve read it?” Susy asked. “You can take it today,” Jenny smiled. “I’m reading something else right now, so go ahead and take it. Just return it when you’re done.” “Thank you so much!” Susy said excitedly, and the girls hugged. Susy sat back down on the couch, Jenny grabbed a few crackers, and then she looked at the guys.