Mano Modern Cafe Reviews 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.

The name says, ‘Luke’s Tea and Coffee Shop’, the smell of cakes and pastries entered my lungs. Across the glass walls, I can see one man in the counter. He look like he’s in his mid twenties. His black hair lay flatly in his head. The hair lines crisscrossed in his forehead. Making him look younger and youthful. He is handsome. And every part of his face is delicate. Even his build is delicate. The line of his lean body from not so broad shoulders to his small waist make him look even more fragile than a woman. “Look at his pinky.” the cat ordered me after noticing my line of sight. At the man’s pinky, there’s a red string tied latched on it. And it was connected… to someone who is also insi

He swore he would never like a café but this one was amazing. “Well you wont find anything even close to it. The food here is amazing.” Gavin smiled as he opened room 4. The room was very modern with the red and black theme still moving throughout the space. The tables where neatly set for four with a portion of the table to the side with two chairs beside it. Asrar nodded his approval as he sat in one of the chairs. It was cushioned perfectly and not to low. “Welcome to Mama Chika's Café. I’ll be your waitress today.” Rachelle gently spoke as she stepped into the room.

Ramona left the house as she headed to the cafe where she works part time. She arrived there, and entered the cafe shop, Nunami cafe. She met the owner of the cafe which is a young man who should between in his late twenties. Terry Adam. Ramona saw him, and greeted him as she bowed her head slightly. "Good morning boss," Ramona greeted, and he smiled brightly at her. "Morning," The cafe door opened, and Ramona turned around as she face the door, she bowed slightly and greeted four people that entered the cafe.

Thirty minutes later We pulled up in front of Caffé Noire—a monument of caffeine and capitalism nestled in the upper district of Manhattan. The kind of place where: The coffee comes with edible gold flakes, Everyone pretends to write novels on MacBooks, And if your espresso isn’t hand-poured by a Colombian barista named Mateo, it’s considered offensive. Outside, Illana stood there—gawking. Literal jaw-drop. Neon hair clashing wildly with the rose-gold accents of the coffee shop window.