Kindred Roots Cafe Novels & Stories

, Jiya said and took some papers out of her bags. "Ohh so you were the new business associates of our company. Dadda lied well", Shaurya huffed dramatically and Jiya poked his cheeks. Jiya showed him the rough details of her future cafe, a draft of the cafe project, and the design of the cafe. She mailed these details to Arjun and Neil both. Both of them approved her cafe project and wanted to invest and build under the name of K . K Corporation. "Welcome to YaYa's Cafe", Jiya said and slightly bowed her head. Shaurya grinned seeing her so enthusiastic.

While the food and the coffee were of the highest quality, it was the joy and love that the café and staff exuded that made the cafe so vibrant. Before Ashlyn could make a move for the mop, Kassandra was shooing her away. Kass, let me, she signed, collecting the sodden carton from the floor, her canvas shoes leaving dirty footprints where she walked. "I've got this, go. Abel's coffee is getting cold." Kassandra winked as she scooped two chocolate Danish's on to a plate and handed it to Ashlyn. Collecting the coffee in her other hand, Ashlyn rolled her eyes and smiled at her best friend.

Her skin started to tingle, and her body seemed to be on fire in anticipation. “Thanks.” “Have you checked around?” “Not yet. Just arrived last night. And I am actually looking for a restaurant or a coffee shop.” “How about you check out Clarity? They have tables and serve coffee. You’d love their amazing variant of cupcakes.” “I could use coffee. Thanks.”

Chapter 19: Daniel Marsh The café was called Linden’s. It sat at the south edge of Atherton on a corner that didn’t get much foot traffic after seven — the kind of place that survived on regulars and the particular loyalty of people who had been coming long enough that the staff knew their order before they sat down. Warm light through the windows, four tables occupied, soft music that wasn’t trying to be noticed. The kind of place chosen specifically because nothing dramatic was supposed to happen in it.

She needed to see someone who’d been in the trenches with her from the very beginning. ******** Kacey’s café, Bean & Brioche it was tucked between a bookstore, a dry cleaner on a quiet side street. The bell above the door jingled when Clara pushed inside. The place still smelled the same , fresh espresso and cinnamon scones, warm and familiar. Kacey was behind the counter, tying her apron strings, hair in a messy bun. She looked up, saw Clara, and froze for half a second before her face split into a grin. ******

I muttered under my breath. Mara snorted playfully. “Come on, starving Luna. There’s a new cafe down the road.” She hooked her arm through mine, tugging me toward the exit. Pedro, our driver, stood by the car. “Heading home yet, my Luna?” I shook my head. “Not yet. Pedro. We'd like to go get something to eat.” “Sure. Let's go.” The drive was short and in no time, we got there. The cafe’s atmosphere hit me the moment we stepped inside. Faded checkered curtains, the scent of rosemary and burnt sugar, the murmur of old men arguing over chess—it felt like stepping into a forgotten story.

Maya was currently holding down operations at my beloved Cafe Calista in New York, but she refused to miss the main wedding for anything in the world. My chest warmed at the thought of my cafe. Just last month, Killian had completely surprised me by unveiling a breathtaking, grand flagship branch of Cafe Calista right in the historic heart of Saint Petersburg. He had handled every permit, designed the layout to mirror my exact aesthetic. I had cried so hard in his arms that afternoon, overwhelmed by how deeply he supported my dreams.

KAIA I push open the door to Moonbean Café and breathe in the rich aroma of coffee and fresh pastries. The little café sits just down the street from Moonfang Construction, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. It's become our unofficial meeting spot since I started working here two weeks ago. Talia waves at me from a corner booth, already nursing what looks like her third espresso of the day. I slide into the seat across from her, grateful for the familiar warmth of her presence. Sometimes it feels like I never left, like we're still seventeen and planning our weekend adventures.

“Nice meeting you Ms. Dusk.” “I guess my disguise is busted.” She sat down beside me and removed her cap and glasses. The man held his breath as he stared at us in awe. “Fascinating.” “Okay. So, what’s your business with us?” “Of course.” He nodded slowly. Shaking off his fascination towards them. “I actually own a café just a few blocks away from here. The Sweet Tooth Lounge.” “Oh yeah. I’ve seen that.” I’m getting interested about this. “By the way. My name is Zen, a professional pastry chef and I would like to offer a partnership. I’ll be supplying cakes to you and in return, you will share your coffee secret with us.”

Nicholas~done It’s a short drive to downtown Parkerville. Café Rosa is a quaint, mom-and-pop establishment that has been here as long as I can remember. It’s kind of like stepping into a time portal back to old Italy. After a quick search, I find Kyle, who wasn’t hard to spot given that he is the spitting image of Ian, sitting in a booth, and I slide onto the opposite side, joining him. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he is sizing me up a bit.