Te Invito Un Cafe Novels & Stories

“Is that true?” Emma asked, sniffling. “Are you Mama Bear?” I nodded, gesturing weakly at the bear ears attached to my beanie. “That’s me…” My voice came out unnaturally high and sweet. “But cheer up, sweetheart. We have a special invitation just for you to our café right over there. Free candies and cupcakes—with your name on them. Want to check it out?” Her tear-streaked face brightened instantly. “Free candies and cupcakes?”

I let the pain in my head drift away, hoping I’d feel better when I woke up. "What is this?" I asked Inez when I noticed an elegant invitation on my desk one day after I entered the office. I was feeling much better. Maybe I just really needed some rest. "That’s an invitation for the Gala, Ms. Romano." I opened the invitation and read its contents. From the looks of it, it was a fundraising gala, and indeed, I was invited. After Inez placed my coffee on the desk, she excused herself and left while I continued staring at the invitation.

The moment we stepped inside, I could hear the faint sound of "You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish." The whole place smelt like coffee beans which totally made sense cause it seemed like this people grinded the beans every minute. We made our way to a counter and the girl that was standing there smiled at us. "Welcome to Kitty's Cafe. What would you like to have today?" She asked beaming with smiles. The smile looks practiced though. I mean, why not? She has to smile every day.

Chey cuts me a sad little square of toast and half a sausage l**k to sample. "Don't be greedy now! You got to share with the little ones." The man laughs and Chey cracks up with him. We sample our food and praise Linda's handiwork and Calvin's suggestion. Linda and Calvin Ironstone's "The Vintage Cafe". I make a mental note. The name is short and sweet, just like the adorable little lady who creates such great food.

“O-okay. I’m actually on my way to the cafeteria. Maybe we can have coffee there.” “Honestly, there aren’t any good coffee shops in the cafeteria area. Let me treat you at my favorite coffee shop. I guarantee you’ll love it. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything weird. If you don’t trust me, we can each drive our own cars. How about it?” he asked. His explanation made sense. There really isn’t much to a school cafeteria or even a university cafeteria. “Okay. Where is the coffee shop?” “Le Petite Tasse. That’s the name of the coffee shop on Avenue Street. It’s easy to find. In that case, let’s meet there. Thank you for accepting my invitation.”

scribbled in gold, In elegant script, the invitation read: **"You're Invited: The Medleys Charity Gala. Date: Saturday, 7 PM. Location: The Grand Ballroom, New York City. Dress Code: Formal Attire."** My breath caught for a moment as I took in the words. This was more than just a gathering, it was a chance to step into a world of affluence and influence, a world that seemed miles away from my reality. The gilded edges of the card shimmered in the morning light, making the invitation feel even more special and daunting.

He nodded at me and said, "I will drop you there." I could not refuse him and replied, "Okay." When we arrived at the Moon Lovers coffee shop, I thanked him and was about to exit his car. But his voice stopped me. "Natalia." I turned to him and asked, "Yes?" "I received the invitation to your kids' birthday celebration. I want you to join me. Would you join me at the party as my partner?"

Norman nodded awkwardly at her, not knowing what to say further. "Aren't you going to invite me for coffee?" Rafael teased her. Aura blushed at him. "Of course... Please come!" She invited. Norman stepped aside when Rafael entered inside while giving him death stare. Aura stopped and looked at him. "But I don't know how to make coffee.." She asked innocently. Rafael chuckled and grabbed his phone from the pocket when it rang. He rejected the call and looked at her. "That's okay, it was just an excuse to ask for permission from Norman to take you on a date..."

I added, pressing my thumb and index finger to form a circle. “This is my treat. I'll hit my driver to come pick us up if you consent.” She closed her laptop, tidying her desk. “Delökreés cafe? How come I've never heard about it.” “It's just a two week old establishment. It's not so famous.” “....oh! I see.”

* I sent it. Put the phone down. Opened the teaching kitchen notebook. Worked on the curriculum for an hour. When I checked the phone he had replied. *Gavin: I've been waiting two years for a text from this number. Yes to the coffee. Whenever you're ready. I meant it about going nowhere.* I looked at the message. At the specific warmth of it. The specific Gavin quality of it. Typed back: *Ava: Monday. The cafe on Smith Street. Ten o'clock.*