Nighthawks Cafe Novels & Stories

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

Just… easy, like breathing. Henry leaned down, lips brushing Andrea’s ear. “I’ve never seen him do that. Ever.” “Same with her,” Andrea whispered back, half laughing, half stunned. “Mindy never talks to guys this long. Ever. She usually finds an excuse to disappear after five minutes.” Marcus glanced over at them for a second, then turned right back to Mindy as if the rest of the party had disappeared. “Favorite late-night spot in Chicago?” “Louie’s on Division. They have the best wings and coldest beer when the city feels too loud.”

She was facing him now, they were standing outside of Kaze's and she was holding a small paper bag with her brother favorite band CDs and Saga's hand was on his jeans pocket. "It can wait." He play along. "You're not giving up, are you?" Kira narrow her eyes at him, she couldn't help but smile. "No, not really." "One coffee." "That's all I asked." * The thing about living in a town that for some reason went to sleep after nine p.m is that they couldn't find an open coffee shop at this time, since it was almost midnight and the town coffee shops usually closed at ten. So they ended up at coffee 24, the only coffee place that open twenty four hours –It was on their name for God's sake and they

, she asks in a husky voice, leaning forward as if to smell us. " Don't worry Mom. We didn't go to any bar or club.", Ethan says smiling. " Then ?", She raises an eyebrow. " We went on a long ride.", he replies. " To where ?", she asks. " To heavens.", he grins causing Mom to scrunch her eyebrows at us. " Yeah..to heavens. It's a famous n..night cafe in San Antonio. W..we went there and had dinner at midnight.", I quickly say. " Oh..?? You didn't tell that when I called. And you guys went to San Antonio just to go to a cafe. It's at least two hours away from your school, right ?", she asks.

We walked to a late-night café under my building. It was past midnight. Only a couple of office workers sat scattered around. The yellow lights made everything feel tired and lonely. Nigel chose a booth by the window. The same kind of spot we used to sit in back in Crudston. After we sat down, he ordered automatically, without looking at the menu. "One oat milk latte. Three sugars, no cinnamon. And could you turn the AC up a bit? My fiancée gets cold." I watched him go through those familiar motions, but I felt absolutely nothing.

"Smart woman. This is why you're such a catch. Try going to maps and switching to restaurant or business view." We huddled on the walkway as we scanned the screen of my phone together. I was amused to note the traffic on the path didn't even slow down; everyone merely trickled around us like water continuing to flow around a stone in a stream. Nathan pointed at a diner with a four-star rating, "American food, casual atmosphere, amazing milkshakes. I think it sounds like a win to me."

“Just tonight. I promise.” On the way back to the cottage, Narsha waved to some of her former coworkers passing by, mentioning that the impromptu event they were having later that night would still occur. Her face was beaming, and Dexter could only stare at her, feeling resigned, affectionate, and admiring. .. … …. After dinner at a beachside restaurant, Narsha decided to join her former coworkers who had finished their shifts. They chose to sit at a small cafe near the hotel, with dim, round hanging lamps, the faint sound of waves, and the aroma of coffee mixed with sea salt.

Lila The café is tucked into the corner of a brownstone lined street, half hidden under a faded green awning that reads Sparrow & Finch in tiny gold letters. It smells like cinnamon and roasted espresso the second I step inside warm and grounding. Like the kind of place you come to feel human again. Nick’s already there. He’s seated at a corner table, a mug between his hands, scrolling something on his phone. He looks up just as I walk in, and that same crooked smile breaks across his face unpracticed, unpolished, real.

points out Wes, "and he's been a little weird ever since." I take the first bite of my homemade breakfast, reveling in the sweetness I can finally indulge in. As annoying as Xavier can be, I still feel lucky that things turned out this way. "Let's not talk about Yi," Wes says after a long, awkward silence, "tell her about the club, Jake." "Yeah," I agree, "what club?" "We own a nightclub in the city called Moonlight. It's one of the most exclusive clubs you'll find in the state," Jake says, "and it's also how we make our money."

“Well, if she’s here, we’ll find her. But you need to keep your head straight. Tomorrow, we’ve got that meeting at some local café. Maybe it’ll give you a chance to clear your thoughts—or get more clues.” He nodded, though his mind was already elsewhere. __ The next day, Marcus and Adrian pulled over in front of a cafe. Adrian instantly recognized it to be Harbor Cafe. "Harbor Café" Adrian gasped, his face flushed. "Have you been here before?" Marcus inquired, glancing at the café. "Nadine..." Adrian whispered, his voice barely audible. "Adrian, please get your head out of the clouds," Marcus implored, taking his phone from the cup holder. "We have Important people waiting for us."