Mano Modern Cafe Reviews Novels & Stories

Welcome-" but when our eyes met, the rest of the words were stuck in my throat. He had his hands in his pockets. The jeans, a white shirt and a cardigan over it.... he looked exquisite. His hair was not falling on his forehead as it looked like he got a fresh haircut. They were trimmed perfectly on the side while on the top, they had some volume. Those glassy blue orbs engulfed me as a whole and when he stood on the other side of the counter, I could inhale the scent of his expensive perfume. "Arcane, aren't you going to take his order?" Morgan snapped me from my thoughts. Perhaps I was too busy checking him out. A smirk appeared at the corner of his lips as I made a fool out of myself. "Ho

Although he didn't want to let it go, he still let it go. 00They walked into the cafe, chose a quiet position, and put it down. The waiter came over to ask what they needed. 00Jiang Mohan asked, "What would you like to drink?" 00Cassandra said, "It's up to you." 00Then, Jiang Mohan nodded. He ordered aPID. This was the coffee Cassandra used to like. 00He also ordered the same, then closed the order and handed it to the waiter. "That's all." 00The waiter received it with both hands and left.

Chapter Seventeen—Manchego’s, The memories Manchego’s was definitely the same even after her return. It’s pristine white walls, the authentic Italian food and what they were best known for—the most amazing tiramisu in all of America. Gianna salivated just at the thought of ordering some as she drove to the restaurant.

Not in some fancy restaurants that taste too bland. Manang Inday cooks the best here, and I can attest to that, as someone who had lived here for a few years when I had nothing. Ajax carefully looked at the menu, trying hard to pronounce each food but failed. “I’ll just have what you are ordering. I know you have exquisite tastes.“ I nodded, “You won’t regret letting me order then.” I instantly ordered our main dish Menudo, which has beef and some carrots and potatoes, sisig, topped with my favorite soup sinigang which has a sour and salty taste, side dishes with eggplant salads, and desserts like halo-halo and coconut juice.

I was just shocked by the violation of public decency. His black face mask hid his exhausted expression, but it couldn't hide the fact that he was moving like a zombie. The brass bell above the cafe door chimed. "Welcome to Bean & Leaf," Lu Chen rasped out automatically, not looking up from the steam wand. "Double shot espresso. Black. No sugar," a cold, sharp, maddeningly familiar voice barked from the counter. Lu Chen’s body went rigid. He slowly lifted his head.

⚜•⚜•⚜⚜⚜•⚜•⚜ Weeks later. I couldn't help but stroll my eyes at the amazing atmosphere indoor. Filled with monochromatic accents, the interior looked very serene and understated. The fresh blend of neo-traditional and sophisticated embellishments dominated the cafe. A fine lady in her white polo uniform and black pencil-cut skirt approached. "Here's a marbled ice white coffee for you. Enjoy, " she said, placing my order on the table.

It was rather unusual to hold the meeting at the same cafe rather than an official meeting space, but an informal setting may have been just what was needed for a good end. Rowan Nelson is the owner of this cafe, but his daughter and her best friend manage it. They don't know much about them, but they expect to meet them. Daniel and Timothy came a bit early to enjoy the beverage along with the delicious dessert this place offers, and they both had to agree that the food and drinks served here do not disappoint one bit. While Timothy was entirely indulged in the scrumptious chocolate mousse, Daniel was looking out for the mystery girl as he sipped his coffee, but to his utter dismay, there wa

She was the man she had just told Gemma that morning. He stood in front of Cara who was at the cashier replacing Gemma at that time. "What coffee recommendations at this place?" The man said, his voice cold. He didn't even look at Cara when he spoke, he just focused on the menu in front of him. "Isn't there a recommended menu in this place?" The man spoke again but this time he turned to Cara. "Ah i'm sorry, of course we have coffee recommendations, do you like machiato?" cara said.

"I can leave if you prefer." "No, stay." Catherine sat, looking slightly uncomfortable in the wooden chair. "This is about you anyway. It makes sense for you to hear it." Roberto came over to take Catherine's order. She looked at the menu with visible uncertainty. "The cortadito is excellent," Mrs. Martinez said. "Strong, sweet, traditional. Or if you prefer something milder, the café con leche is very good." "Cortadito, please," Catherine said. "When in Rome."

After a fairly long drive, we pull into a human cafe called Hidden Spice. A barista by the name of Lana greets us. She asks us what we would like. “I would like a venti berry jasmine boba tea and a wild berry tart, please.” She smiles almost knowingly, “A woman of intellect and refinement with a slight edge. Excellent choice, Miss.” She looks at Clint, “And you?” He looks at the menu like it is written in a foreign language. I put my hand on his shoulder, “You have never ordered for yourself, have you?” He shrugs in response. “Do you want hot or cold, bitter or sweet, coffee or tea?”