Novel & Cerita Jing Si Books & Cafe New York

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.

The afternoon sun filtered softly through the large, spotless windows of the bookstore café, casting a warm, golden glow over the polished wooden tables. Aria wiped down the counter with a clean rag, her movements steady and practiced. The air smelled of freshly ground espresso beans, old paper, and cinnamon pastries. It was quiet, peaceful, and worlds away from the greasy, chaotic diner in the slums.

"Let us go meet her." Chicago was a five hour drive. Liam drove. Anna sat in the back. I navigated. The rain followed us the whole way. Grey skies. Grey roads. Grey everything. The bookstore was called "Pages." It sat on a corner between a coffee shop and a flower store. The windows were full of bestsellers. A sign on the door said "Open." We walked in. Bells jingled. The smell of paper and old wood wrapped around me. Shelves stretched to the ceiling. A cat slept on a pile of romance novels.

Despite wearing a coat, and a jacket beneath it, Yuri was still feeling the bitter cold. Yuri paused in her step as she passed by a bookstore in the streets of Shibuya, and she turned to look at the shop window of the bookstore. There were several books and novels on display in the shop window, but none of that caught her eye. The book that had actually caught her eye was one that had a photo of the pediment structure of the Old Supreme Court Building of Singapore as the front cover. Yuri stared at the front cover of the book without moving for several moments.

"Anyway, what are you doing here? Wandering around New York?" "I'm about to grab some coffee..." she said and an idea popped up inside her head. "Want to join me?" Kaizer tilted his head and she was nervous about his response. Maybe he'll reject her offer— "Sure," he replied. A smile formed on her lips and she immediately pulled her arms from his hold. She grabbed his arms and dragged him inside Little Collins' coffee shop. Her eyes immediately spotted Sanya busy serving orders which made her smile. They chose the chair near the blurry wall and Krysie called for Sanya's attention—her friend from before.

Lizzie looks around the café while having her favorite drink. The place has improved a lot and it attracts more customers everyday. “Happy mood?” Zofi asked. “I’m enjoying this drink and this place,” Lizzie said. “I can see that,” Zofi said. Jiro entered the café and saw them immediately. He waved at them before heading to the café’s office. He looks so cool and handsome while juggling his duties in the café and his job as a consultant for a company.

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.

CHAPTER 12 SOPHIA Lucas had picked a quaint càfe nestled between two charming bookstores on a peaceful street. Inside,the gentle hum of soft jazz floated through the air,blending perfectly with the coffee cups and the occasional flips of book pages from the bookstore. It wasn't loud or crowded. It was intentional,calm and reflective. The kind of place that listened more than it spoke. I arrived at the cafe early just like my usual self–punctual, cautious and intentional. Subconsciously,my hand danced around the rim of the mug of coffee in my hands,my eyes flickering to the doors every few seconds.

Chapter Forty — Full Circle The bookstore was small, tucked between a coffee shop and a florist downtown. The kind of place Elena would’ve walked past a year ago, head down, shoulders tense, heart elsewhere. Today, her name was in the window. In chalky, hand-lettered script: AUTHOR EVENT: ELENA ROSE — READING & SIGNING She stood on the sidewalk and stared for a long time. Jack stood beside her, one hand resting lightly on her lower back. Lila pressed her face to the glass, giggling at the display of books and paper cranes hanging from fishing line like tiny messengers of hope.

Lucy commented as loud as she could as she looked around her after the toast. "It's always crazy here," Sheena bobbed her head up and down, agreeing. "I booked our reservation a month ago because it's hard to get in. Long Beach is one of the high-end bars here in New York, mostly from the elite society, you know?" she continued shrugging her shoulders. "What?" We both exclaimed in unison, both wearing a surprised look. "Yes," Sheena grinned. "It's one of the fanciest and best bars in all of New York," Sheena explained, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.