Jing Si Books & Cafe New York Novels & Stories

Something closer to fear. I texted back four words. Where and when. She replied within a minute. Coffee shop on 5th and 82nd. One hour. The shop was small and overpriced in the specific way of Upper East Side establishments that existed mostly to be seen in, all reclaimed wood and brass fixtures, and Vivian was already seated when I arrived — no entourage, no audience, none of the performance I’d watched her deploy at every previous encounter. She looked, for the first time since she’d returned to New York, genuinely tired.

“Never.” I took Charlie out through a door on the opposite side of the arcade. It led into an Asian Market. The ceilings were filled with floating lanterns of bright reds, oranges and yellows, and kiosks were set up all haphazardly throughout the space—selling trinkets, home decor, and incredible smelling food. Charlie breathed in deeply. “It smells so good in here.” “The best sushi place in New York is in here. I hope you like sushi. I should have asked before I brought you all the way here.”

She was always so dramatic. "No I just want coffee" I said calmly. The room went completely silent. Jiji stopped breathing for a second and Yi Zhu just tilted his head like a confused dog. "Coffee?" Jiji repeated blankly. She looked at Yi Zhu immediately like he had the answers to the universe. "What is coffee is it a person is it a pet is it a type of animal?" I rubbed my forehead. I forgot where I was for a second. There were no Starbucks in the Moonbound Palace.

As usual, Christian was direct and Silje answered the same way. There was no reason why she should say no to him. No reason to avoid Christian. *** The next day, Silje met with Christian in Midtown, Manhattan. He was waiting for her at a restaurant. Nino’s Positano. It was an Italian restaurant. The restaurant served authentic pizza. With the red shades in the terrace, the restaurant gave a unique Italian feeling. Silje watched the amazing pizzas being made in the stone oven. Christian smiled at her as he greeted her.

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

I tell her shifting the portfolio to under my arm. She looks down at her screen and clicks away. “Someone will be right down for you. Take a seat. There is coffee and refreshments over there.” The woman points to the right where I can see a Nespresso stand and of course being the caffeine junkie that I am, I head straight for it. There are a few men in grey suits standing around talking animatedly. I over hear them talking about a new author they have just signed and that they’ve acquired film rights for the book. Wow. How exciting for the author. That must be such an amazing feeling. I’d love to know how that feels. But right now, this is already amazing enough for me. To be standing in a b

He didn’t understand why his heart chose this difficult option, but when he imagined that adorable face, Ed slowly understood. He wanted to see Javier’s face again. Even if it wasn’t Javier, Ed wanted to see the boy’s cheerful smile. *** “Cassa Nueva: Books and Beverage.” Ed mumbled, reading the café’s name engraved in shiny brown script. Simple and elegant. However, the café’s concept puzzled Ed because it was unusual to combine a café with books. “Reading and warm drinks.” Ed mumbled because the concept felt familiar—like déjà vu. Ed shook his head, returning his attention to the place. He entered and saw a long queue in front of the cashier.

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

The work station in Sia’s house was almost similar to her office. A table and a chair were placed in one corner near the windows,which allow natural light in. Numerous materials lined the shelves in a cupboard with a glass door, a few mannequins with partly styled clothes hung on them and numerous fashion magazines were strewn all over the room. The only odd ones out were the two bean bags in front of the lit fireplace and a huge bookshelf with a hundred or so novels piled in it.

I order and he rush out a 'Yes, boss' and hung up. *** Not even two hours later he called back. " Have you found her?" I ask as soon as I pick up. " Yes, she works at a Café /Bar on the park avenue, Named Susy's Dream. Aperently called for a job two weeks ago but started yesterday. She lives on the 4 Washington Square , she got a scholarship at the NYU and her Semester will start in a Week from now." He blurts out in one breath. " She got a new job? And didn't even bother to send a letter of resignation?" I ask, getting angry for some reason.