Rumi Cafe Novels & Stories

“Well, we just love your country, I guess. That is why we ended up all here. Do you have orange zest?” “We do. Just find a table, London. I’ll bring it to you.” “Thanks. How much?” “It’s on the house.” “Oh, no. I can’t—” “It’s rude to refuse a drink. I’m Teoni, by the way.” “Thanks, Teoni, but I’ll pay for the cinnamon roll.” I took a few shots. “They look so delicious.” “Tag me if you don’t mind.” Teoni was smiling at me. “Teoni Cafe on I*******m.”

it's a small cozy cafe named'BAKE MY LOVE',. Ahh rubbish.. people do alot of weird stuff for the publicity and guess what this name sucks to me.. Although I didn't like the name of cafe still looking at the interior I visited inside.. It was a cozy cafe filled with light music and a shelf of books... at one wall there written loads of quotes... One of the lady came to take my order, I didn't look at her and ordered the weirdest dish which they were serving.. GOOSEBERRY CHEESECAKE

Finally, when they reached the location, the first thing that greeted them was the name of the cafe. "Cinder and Cream," Isla read aloud, pausing at the entrance. “Fancy name for a lunch spot.” Ryan shrugged. "It’s close to Blackwell Enterprise. What did you expect? Street food?" "Still feels a bit too polished," she muttered, though she was already stepping inside. "It must be new." The café was sleek, quiet, expensive, but not intimidating. Ryan glanced at the menu board. "Okay, no overthinking. What are you getting?"

Zada asked and Emma looked up at her and pouted "I am in love with pizza. Is it my fault??" She asked with a puppy eyes making Zada smile Emma is too cute for her own good!! "Why did you ask me to come to this cafe, Emma. The campus main cafe would have been more closer to our department " Zada asked taking a seat across Emma This cafe is located near the business department. It's very cozy and only few people seems to visit here Zada looked at the menu on the table and understood why All the things available here are more expensive than the main cafe

She lifted her gaze from the bun and found Dashtan standing across her table. “Why are you here?” Rakia asked, a little fiercely mixed with wonder and curiosity. Dashtan smiled stiffly and sat on the empty chair before Rakia without being invited. “Why? Do you mind, then I’ll just go,” Dashtan said and got ready to leave, but Rakia stopped him. “Sit down.” “This cafe is mine,” repeated Dashtan, who surprised Rakia with an exaggerated expression. Dashtan chuckled. “Just kidding, this cafe belongs to my friend,” he said, and Rakia immediately responded by snorting while rolling her eyes. The bread that she had delayed eating before now she managed to taste in her mouth.