Kindred Roots Cafe Novels & Stories

Lola We stopped off at our regular coffee shop to catch up. Cafe du Coin is a quaint restaurant with a French theme that serves fancy brews, teas, and pastries. We love the food and service here. Plus, the pecan shortbreads and cocoa are to die for. Making me happy she was available to drive me home today. I sit across from Mia at the cast iron table, watching as she undoes her braided blonde hair. Shaking out her head, Mia looks gorgeous as the light catches her hazel eyes. It makes me jealous that she has such a natural beauty.

Will name it: Maharani Cafe & Gallery, that’s our deal. Nice, huh? ***

Everything else he'd learned to do without. A coworker named Marcus had sent him a text that morning: You need to eat something that isn't depressing. Trust me on this. The link took him to a restaurant called Roots. Italian-inspired, family-owned, great reviews. Fifteen minutes from his office. Perfect. Owen told himself he was just hungry.

*** A quiet cafe located inside the S University Central Library. This place where wooden tables stretched long was a school landmark whose cafe name was even taken from a tree's name. Here, Haneul Jang ordered five-grain misutgaru, which was gaining popularity as a health drink recently, and carefully set it down in front of Chairman Jun-chul Yoo. The heavy eye light of the U Group chairman pierced sharply like locking a nameless shackle over Haneul Jang's shoulders. Merely with that single gaze, a pressure as if the surrounding oxygen was becoming scarce rushed in.

Richard and Lia decided to meet at Le Café Magnifique, a highly acclaimed luxurious coffee shop in a charming city corner. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted with an air of refined elegance that permeated the entire space. The café's exterior exuded a classic charm, with large windows adorned with intricate wrought-iron designs, allowing glimpses of the warm glow inside.

I wiped the rage from my eyes. And I typed. Me: “Where?” Her response was instant, like a spider eager to pull her prey back into the web. Kendra: “Our favorite café. Monroe’s. Half an hour?” I stared at the message for a long time, fingers cold around the phone. Our café.

"It's been okay. Nothing I can't handle. Could you refill the pastry case, though? Our order from Millie's is in the box on the back counter." I retrieve the box and set it on a stool as I open it up, crouch, and tong each pastry into the display. Cinnamon buns, croissants, muffins, scones—I place each one with care. Most customers are on a break from their jobs, so they order their drinks to-go, but some take their drinks and sit down. There are tables along the windows for people to relax and watch townies go about their day. The café is on the main street in town, across from the Historic Black Lake Laboratory, which is now a museum and headquarters for the Historic Black Lake Society — t

I ask him. "You are right. Your family tends to be way more headstrong and resilient than any other people I have ever had the pleasure to get to know." Dante tells me. I give him a smile as we walk up to a small cafe. There is a rooster on the billboard and the name Sidewalk Cafe on the sign. It looks like a nice little small town place and when we enter and see all of the pancakes in fun shapes and sizes for the kids, I cannot help but smile at what we have in store for us today.

Roxi and Jen laughed heartedly over my question leaving me to wonder what exactly I had said funny. "Oh relax, darling" Jen assured me. "If anyone in this cafe has a problem with little mimi here, I'll just get them fired" "By that you mean..?" "Jen owns this cafe, Ciara" Roxi clarified. "Not just this one but the other three cake shop down across the street" "And that park we all just left from" Jen adds. "Ciel owns it" I stared at the three women seated right across from me; who the hell are they?.

The next day, Shadow entered the secret base once again. This time, she was disguised as the guest that belonged to Samuel’s group. She sat inside the tent cafe that was already packed with people. A few eyes were on her for a fleeting moment before they focused on their own conversation once again. Clack! A hot coffee was placed in front of her without being asked. “What is this for?” Shadow asked with deep skepticism. The old woman who was also the owner of the cafe looked over Shadow before mumbling to herself.