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The coffee place on Spruce is called Groundwork. It has seven tables, all small, and a chalkboard menu written in the handwriting of someone who genuinely cares about coffee and has opinions about it but isn't going to make you feel bad about yours. The barista is a man named Pete who is not the same Pete as the wedding photographer but who has a similar quality of quiet competence that makes you feel like everything is going to be fine. Maya arrives at eight-oh-two.

Richard and Lia decided to meet at Le Café Magnifique, a highly acclaimed luxurious coffee shop in a charming city corner. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted with an air of refined elegance that permeated the entire space. The café's exterior exuded a classic charm, with large windows adorned with intricate wrought-iron designs, allowing glimpses of the warm glow inside.

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.

Even it was raining hard, the street was still busy with wheels rolling on the wet street, and feet marching on the sidewalk. The Ladies’ Coffee was a small café on the east of New York City. It was quite unpopular because of its location. It was hidden behind the tall law firm building, and was a bit far from the center of downtown. Not many actually knows that an eighteen-years-old café was existing behind the Madison Firm.

she whispered, stepping out. ******* The Café: A Brief Refuge The café was a striking departure from the sterile, high-pressure environment of Wellington Holdings. Its interior boasted a delightful blend of rustic warmth and contemporary elegance. Exposed brick walls were adorned with shelves of books and curios, while vibrant greenery hung in macramé holders from the ceiling. The air was saturated with the scents of freshly brewed coffee, spiced chai, and warm pastries, providing a temporary relief for Amelia’s frayed nerves.They opted for a secluded booth, far removed from the bustling groups of customers. Jake signaled the waiter and made his order without checking with her—he chose a str

Beatrice suggested meeting at an exclusive café, and by the time Noelle arrived, she was already settled in a private room. Beatrice was wearing a white dress as usual with her hair elegantly styled up. The passing of time seemed to have left no mark on her face—it was still as smooth and flawless as ever. As Noelle entered the private room, Beatrice smiled and gently set a cup of coffee in front of her. "Try this. It's a new batch of Blue Mountain for this year. I remember you've always liked it." Noelle thanked Beatrice. She picked up the cup and took a sip of the hot coffee.

------------ ~Latte Coffee Shop~ The coffee shop didn't have many customers, as it newly opened but their coffee tasted special none the same. "The coffee is nice," Sakiko complimented. "You see, I told you so." Akamine Yuki said, her voice elated for being right. Sakiko gave her a small smile as her eyes watched people passing by through the glass. "Leave it to Akamine to always be happy," she thought. Later on, Sakiko and Akamine made small talks about class and their courses as they sipped their coffee. RING!! "Oh sorry." RING! Her phone vibrated the table as it kept on ringing. She dropped her coffee and picked up her cell.

*** THE night was still young, they agreed to go to her favorite coffee shop near their old university. The coffee shop is not that full, because apart from it being on weekdays, only a few students are studying at the shop at the moment. She ordered her usual coffee, and so did Paolo. Iced Americano. They sat at the center of the shop, not her usual spot because someone was sitting there already. She was the one facing the shop's door, she could see who was coming in or out.

Let’s keep things in peace so she won’t push you away again. *** "It looks like you love coffee, don’t you?" Grace asked after thanking Sean, who brought her a cup of Matcha Latte. "I'm addicted," Sean chuckled. "That little café is the main suspect. I've loved their coffee since I tried it in high school." Grace chuckled. "But their coffee is indeed wonderful. No wonder you got addicted." "You know, right? And their recipe has never changed. I heard they especially import their coffee beans from Vietnam and Indonesia. Too bad you haven't tried their sandwiches. I hope they're not sold out tomorrow."

Nicole’s POV The local coffee shop had always been our sanctuary. It was a cozy, familiar little place nestled just a few blocks away from the main university gates, filled with the comforting hum of the espresso machine, the gentle, rhythmic clinking of ceramic mugs, and the rich, heavy aroma of roasted coffee beans. Usually, the moment I stepped through the door, the ambient warmth and the soft indie acoustic music playing from the ceiling speakers would instantly wash away whatever academic stress I had been carrying. It was the one place where the rest of the world felt like it could wait.