Novels Cafe Novels & Stories

Aurora said, earning a pinch from Arabella, who glared at her. "They can stay at my house. Your rented house is small, anyway. I'll just call them myself," Arabella teased, making Aurora pout. "Oh, I have a new cafe I've been frequenting this week. It's called DJ Caffe, near our favorite underwear store on Malioboro Street. I guarantee it's recommended, and this time, it's my treat," Aurora explained excitedly.

It was the perfect place for a clandestine meeting, and Lena knew that she would have to tread carefully. The next day, Lena arrived at the Café Belmondo early, her nerves on edge as she waited for Cassandra to arrive. The café was elegant, with its plush seating and ambient lighting creating a sophisticated atmosphere. Lena chose a secluded corner table, hoping for privacy as she prepared to confront the woman who had been a part of her husband’s hidden life.

I did not need Alexandra turning around and running away before I even got the chance to hear what she would say. Now back to the cafe. It was way too clean, and too polished, filled with the hiss of steaming milk as they made coffee after coffee. This was the kind of place for suburban families, and those New York students with their laptops which they carried every fucking where. Maybe even businessmen who thought drinking coffee was some sort of lifestyle. It wasn't. They were just stupid. I say at the far end of the café, my chair tilted in such a way that I could see both the entrance and the wide glass windows that overlooked the street.

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.

Well I can already have the information I want to know. But of course I don’t want to go home already so I continue to walk and search for the bookstore. While walking I saw a man that is giving flyers. He gave me one flyer and I read the contents. It is about the new café opening. Well this is not what I looking for, I was about to walk again when I heard the front shop opens its door and someone shouted. “Thank you for coming in Novela Bookstore! Come again!” Then someone came out. I was stunned it’s here!

He handed me some kind of black booklet, which I assumed was the menu. I accepted it quietly and opened it to look at it as I saw the name of the cafe on its cover. It says "Solace," which was written in cursive font with the color white. I immediately opened it and scanned all the foods that were inside while deciding on what to choose. After contemplating for a few minutes, I had already settled myself for a simple meal, so I raised my head to look at him. He immediately understood that I had already chosen something, so he grabbed a tablet which was placed on the side before looking at me.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Outside, Mitch gestures down the street. "There's a little place down the road I sometimes stop for coffee." Without giving her a chance to refuse, I take the bag of books from her. "Let me carry that for you." The 'little place', a small cafe, is mainly occupied by student types. They sit in groups, wearing bohemian clothes and cheap gothic jewellery, arguing loudly. It's not quarrelling, but debate of the kind you get from the types that think they know the secrets of the universe, or they can put the world to rights by talking about it.

My mind couldn’t get of the fact Ansel must have heard the rustling in my stomach wall and that’s why he asked Matthew to make a stop at the cafe. The journey was awfully quiet ant awkward, I couldn’t help but throw glances at Ansel. It was so wrong how much I wanted him again but his lack of attention to me threw me in the thought of being delusional. The car stopped at the Big Cafe at the Central District of the business area. Cars of different types rolled in and out of the premises. Clobals Cafe is known to be a place for the upperclassmen, it’s a fairy tale to we who lived in the ghetto area of New Orleans and my eyes couldn’t gaze enough on the wonder of the upperclass.

Yvonne and Clarisse both pulled up to the cafe at the same time. The cafe was a small, chic place just outside the school perimeter, smelling strongly of expensive coffee and cinnamon. It was filled with soft chatter and the clink of porcelain, a strange, bright, and calm backdrop for the cold war about to begin.