Nighthawks Cafe Novels & Stories

"Where Dad works." They stood outside the Kane Group building, and Noah tilted his head back to take in its full height, running his eyes up the glass with the critical appraisal of an inspector assessing a structure's soundness. "It's tall," he concluded, which Adrian understood, from Noah, to be a compliment of the highest order. "Item three. Hot chocolate. Good kind." Adrian knew exactly the place — a small café two blocks from the office that made it with real shaved chocolate instead of powder, the kind of detail he'd filed away months ago against the day his son might finally be standing in this city to appreciate it.

From then onwards, I became suspicious of Nancy. No matter how many countless times I tried to subtly show Fred Nancy’s true colors, I failed every time. Nancy was always too perfect in Fred’s heart. All this negative thinking about Nancy left me feeling bitter, and I needed to find somewhere to cool off. Realizing I hadn’t eaten lunch yet, I instructed the driver to drop me off at Nourish. It was my favorite cafe and they also made the best California rolls in town. Nestled beneath tall weeping willow trees in the park, it was one of the most relaxing spots around. Plus, they brewed the best almond milk cinnamon lattes.

Or maybe it had something to do with his eternal life. Maybe he’d just seen so much that nothing really felt off limits to him . . . save for his own mysterious past, and what actually happened with E.V. Rose and the Dirtbags. When we reached the door, there was barely anything to suggest that it was a coffee shop, just a neon sign reading, “The Night Shift,” with a slice of pie. If I’d passed it alone, I’d have assumed it was some kind of strip club. But the second Evan and I opened the door I was met by warm air laden with the aroma of caramelized sugar, vanilla, and everything else that makes a bakery very dangerous to a person on a budget.

I walk without direction, letting my feet choose the path while my mind spins in circles I can't quite escape. Nathan's words loop endlessly: Something unfinished. Damien's voice from the TED talk: It took losing the most important person in my life... My own heartbeat, too fast, too loud, drowning out reason. I find myself in Pike Place Market as it's waking up—vendors setting up flower stalls, the fish market preparing for tourists who won't arrive for hours, coffee shops opening their doors to the early risers and insomniacs who need caffeine more than sleep. One cafe catches my eye. Small, tucked between a bookstore and a shop selling handmade jewelry, with steamed windows and the kind o

I pull up my hoodie and start walking in earnest 5 hours later, and I'm thinking I made the wrong decision coming in today. It's a Saturday, so work is a little slow. I mean, it's always slow, but it's usually a lot better during weekdays. At least we get some customers then. Since I came in, we've had a total of five people come in here, but only three of them actually got something. The other two just asked for directions to the dawn sky Cafe. That is the popular cafe that everyone knows and loves. Neela breezes in like she owns the building

he said proudly, “Think of it as our acquaintance party.” It took them about an hour to get to the said restaurant, partly because Vincent kept looking for landmarks that does not seem to exist. Or not anymore. They were about to give up when Dorin, already very hungry at that time, decided to ask a roaming police officer for directions. The restaurant was called Nightingale. A long line was waiting outside when they arrived, and the people in line were all dressed formally. [I don’t think we can enter that place, Vincent.] wrote Seb.

I was annoyed because of his sympathetic attitude. But still, I feel guilty for being rude to Ezekiel. I don't like him kissing me without my consent. "Kim Aurora, Will you come with me later? It's Erik's birthday. We are all invited. Later in the evening, around six." Princes said to me while grabbing the books to carry. When I went to college, I was busy with school. "Where will that be held?" I ask. "At the Makipot Resort."

“Another twelve-hour day, another batch of angry coupon moms. I should be getting hazard pay for this.” From a few lockers down, Marcus let out a grunt of agreement, tugging off his branded polo and replacing it with a flannel shirt he kept folded in his bag. “Hey,” he said suddenly. “You doing anything tonight?” Brenda arched an eyebrow. “Unless you count microwaving leftovers and yelling at my cat, no. Why?” “Come have a drink with me,” he said casually, but his voice had that slightly-too-casual edge. “There’s that 24-hour diner-bar off Edison Street. Half-off wings. Free peanuts. Booths you can fall asleep in without judgment.”

Present December 2016 We shared the walk-in silence and arrived at a small café three blocks from the park. "Good evening, welcome to Britton's café." What are they offered?” The young man asked politely. "Hot chocolate and crackers," I replied, wanting to eat something to alleviate the cold I felt, winter in Dakota could be very hard. "Anyway," Luc replied and looked at him amused. "You're more polite than that. "True, only the kid looks at you like a fool."

I couldn't tell if he was kidding, but then the part of town we were in slowly transitioned to a calmer, more neighborhood like one, with only small, family businesses and chain cafes clogging up the streets. What confused me was why it was so incredibly busy at 3:20 PM on a Thursday afternoon. Eventually, Nicholas decided on one of the larger cafes. It was painted entirely with baby blue paint with decorative black and green birds painted all over the exterior. It was also quaint and cute, but I could tell that it was hardly a high class diner. Nicholas hesitated before entering and judging by his face, I could already tell that he was feeling very uncomfortable in such a drastically differ