Nighthawks Cafe Novels & Stories

Ava's POV We decided to meet at lemon drops cafe, which was my favorite cafe in town. Lemon Drops Cafe had a really nice and cozy look. The tables were made of wood and had small vases with cute yellow flowers. The chairs were all different, it's like they were collected over time, giving a homey feeling. The walls had a mix of bricks and soft colors, making it a pretty background. The cafe got plenty of light from its big windows, and there were warm string lights hanging above, adding a nice touch to the environment. A big chalkboard showed the menu with tasty treats. The people working there always wore aprons with happy pictures of lemons. The counter looked a bit old but loved, where yo

"We’re never going to be civil, are we?" "Not unless someone puts us in silver chains," I pointed out. "And even then, I’d probably just bite you out of spite." "So, no chance of a truce? Not even for the next hour?" "Not a prayer in hell." We pulled up to The Howl & Bean a moment later, a small neutral-ground cafe on the edge of the territory. We strolled inside, blending into the short line of omegas and scouts. I scanned the menu—it hadn't changed since the day I was exiled—but my internal alarm suddenly went off. I looked out the front window at the street, and my heart dropped into my stomach.

The weight of the last twenty-four hours began to lift. Then, Eliana’s stomach growled. Loudly. I pulled back, raising an eyebrow. She laughed, covering her face. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday. Nerves.” I checked my watch. 9:00 PM. “Come on,” I said, taking her hand. “I know a place. We didn’t go to Le Bernardin. We didn’t go to the penthouse. I took her to a 24-hour diner in Chelsea. The kind with vinyl booths, checkered floors, and a waitress named Marge who had been smoking since the Nixon administration.

How are you? [NATHAN: Ouch. Have I really been demoted from being a friend?] [ME:You've lost a few points.] [NATHAN: Well, how about I make it up to you? I have some important news I want to share with you, and I think it'd be best done in person.] [NATHAN: How do you feel about Hope Street Cafe & Desserts out on W St?] [ME: That sounds good actually.] [NATHAN: Can't wait to see you. Meet me there at noon.]

When I reached there I quickly got to work as the cafe was busy already. It was a busy day today, there were so many people here. Cafe Nemo was known for there breakfast club, with a variety of things to eat. Around 11 it became calm and it wasn't as hectic as I started off. There were only 2 more tables left to serve. "Hey, who are they?" I asked Anthony, my co-worker. "Two of the most powerful people in Earkria." Am I in any kind of luck to get them in during my shift? Bad luck, not good.

That morning, before leaving for campus, Athena stopped by Moon Cafe, a cafe with violet shades and a garden with sparkling glass walls, reflects the atmosphere of the garden as if under the moonlight all around. The cafe is located on the side of a road that Athena often travels on foot to her campus. At first Athena was hesitant to enter the cafe because it seemed like it was expensive, she just stood in front of the cafe, feeling interested but hesitant. However, a waiter, who happened to be in front of the cafe greeted her kindly, invited her to enter so that Athena finally dared to enter. The friendly waitress named Bara and they eventually became friends. Now every morning before leavi

I opened my fortune cookie, and saw my home address. The restaurant was called Golden Dragon, a tired little place on the corner of Maple and Eighth, where the paper lanterns were faded and the sweet-and-sour sauce came from a jug. I went there alone on a Tuesday night because my girlfriend had canceled on me and leftovers seemed better than an empty kitchen. The waiter brought the check and the cookie—a cellophane-wrapped crescent, slightly stale. I cracked it open without thinking, pulled out the tiny slip of paper, and read the words printed in that generic fortune-cookie font.

“It looks like just 5 of us tonight since Grace got dragged into babysitting her niece and Evan was grounded for something he refuses to reveal and Eddie has to go to his father’s place this weekend. “ Chantelle informs. She always knows what is going on with everyone. The Nightingale Cafe is in a brick building much like many of the buildings in the area, however the inside has a warmth, with wooden tables and vintage velvet sofas and small stage with a single stool and a pair of microphones. The lighting is dim, but not so dark as to not be able to easily make out the features of those around us. Jace grabs us each a cappuccino and chocolate biscotti before we make our way towards Sidney a

She was sick and tired of everyone gossiping about her constantly. Brooke reached the cafe and saw Beth and Steve were already waiting for him at their table under a huge umbrella. It was their reserved spot, to the left of the door of the cafe. The cafe had a big front yard, many tables situated around, and inside was a huge dining hall. It served as both a cafe and a bakery. The cafe was previously a house, which had been converted into a cafe when the last owners died. Miles Longhorn, one of the veterans, had bought the place to start his business and try to settle into civilian life. It was an instant hit among the locals. More so for Brooke and the gang because it was kind of a midpoint

“Thanks, Macie. It was sweet of you to make her lunch. Fancier than she gets from me, that’s for sure.” Macie waved her off. “All ingredients you had on hand, no biggie. How long’s it take to get to town again?” “Thirty minutes. So, what’s the big secret? What are you looking at in Sundance?” “Dewey’s Delish Dish in the Sandstone building.” AJ turned slightly to look at Macie. “You quitting the Last Chance Diner?” “God no. I swear Velma would hunt me down and kill me. We’re expanding.