Mano Modern Cafe Reviews Novels & Stories

the woman asked, and I whipped around, fingers tapping the counter. “Espresso. No milk, two—” “Can I get a large hot mocha, extra chocolate, light whipped-cream topping, and a sprinkle of cinnamon?” a low, smooth baritone came from behind me. I blinked. The hell? “I’ll tip you. Fifty or a hundred, depends on how fast I get it,” he added. I turned around. The small queue behind me shifted and murmured. It was the man who’d just come in. Chestnut-brown hair in slightly tousled waves, steel-gray eyes sharp enough to hold a stare—mine included—high cheekbones, full lips. Good looks clearly had nothing to do with manners.

he glanced briefly at Miro before looking back at the menu. “ Don't look at me,” Miro washed his hands off it like it truly wasn't his fault. “ Just order whatever for the both of us,” he shrugged as he addressed Miro. “ I'll make sure to break your bank,” Nico said as he got an attendant to get his order. It was rare to see a cafe that didn't make their customers get their food from the counter. “ You look tired and down. Is everything alright?” Miro scanned my eyes as he asked.

"It's much easier to hear your voice in a place like this, no?" His accent is doing things to me, but I force myself to remain collected. "I agree. But I thought you said this place has good coffee?" I ask him coyly. "This seems like a full on 5-star." Alejandro leans back slightly in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, they do. They also have good Carajillo, Canelazo, Empanadas, Natillas, Sancocho, too."

I am not that sad, I guess. **** "I wil order a spaghetti, coke, one dish of marinated chicken and rice, please." I'm in the cafeteria now. I'm hungry to death so here I am, eating again. 'Maybe the cafeteria won't go bankrupt, will it?' "You have a big appetite, lady." Manang said to me with a smile, "Oh hey, here's your order and if you have anything else to order, don't be ashamed to tell me." she gently said 'cause me to smile at her too.

"What is your usual?" "Chocolate muffins and extra creamy cappuccino," "Aren't you supposed to get that at a café?" "When I said Mama's, I meant Mama K's Morning Delight," he corrected. I knew that café, their things were usually expensive. "Kayla owns that place too?" "Not really, Mordecai does but she takes care of it for him and insists she name the café. When you get there, tell Margaret your name, I already told her your name so she'll know what to give to you."

‘Just thirty more minutes, we would arrive there’ I rested my hands on the arm rest. Now I was more curious about what he planned. ~~~~~~~ He held my hand in his, when we finally arrived there. It was a tea and coffee shop. ‘Bangolas Tea and Coffee Shop....We serve the best’ I read the name aloud. ‘Good afternoon. We have a seat already reserved for you’ A dark man wearing a white and black uniform, with a white apron tied around his waist gestured. ‘Thank you’ Xavier and I chorused at the same time.

A tall and muscular young man dressed in a stylish grey coat sitting comfortably in a bustling cafe. The cafe which is situating in the middle of A city had been crowding with customers since morning. It is one of the most popular attraction spots of this busy city. Cafe Au Latte. This handsome young man is currently be admired by the other customers in the cafe, mainly by the women. They have been whispering nonstop while looking at him excitedly. "Oh my god! He is so handsome!"

he asked gesturing me to take the seat opposite him. " just now" I replied plopping myself on the chair and took the menu to stop my hands from shaking due to my nervousness. " hmm so what do you want to order," omer asked scanning the menu. " This cafe is famous for pancakes and their milkshake," I said smiling at him. " hmm okay then we will order pancakes,"

Uno warned sternly, and Santi bowed his head. “Yes, el señor.” Santi and Manuela exited Lucifer’s office and walked down an empty hallway. The manor was vast, yet barely anyone was in sight. “What could have possessed Lucifer to build a place like this?” Manuela wondered aloud. “No one knows for certain, but those who frequent this island are grateful he created it.” Santi replied. “Are there really restaurants and coffee shops here?” “Yes, Lady Manuela—even hotels. If I remember correctly, there’s a path leading to a café not far from here. Would you like to try their coffee?” he offered with a smile.

"But only because you look like you're about to throw up. You okay?" "Just tired," I whispered. Scarlett leaned forward. "Jeo, find somewhere quiet. And preferably with decent food. She's eating for three now." "I know just the place," Jeo said softly, catching my eye in the rearview mirror. "That new café by the Modern Art Museum. The one with the garden terrace. Actually, the Modern Art Museum just opened their new wing." For the first time in days, I felt a flicker of interest. "The one designed by Foster + Partners?"