Te Invito Un Cafe Novels & Stories

He definitely wouldn't let me leave easily because I already promised to follow him to the club. "Hey," I cut in, catching their attention. "How about we all go and grab a cup of coffee before it's time to go clubbing?" Trevor blinked at me. Brady looked equally surprised. “You?” Trevor asked. “Suggesting extra social activity?” “I just…” I shrugged carefully. “Need caffeine.” Brady immediately nodded, fixing his glasses. "Yes, I was craving an iced Americano anyway." "Fine, but make it quick," Trevor said, swinging his bag over his shoulder.

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.

Not giving hope to any of the women my best friend introduces me to when we go out together. And yet, there's still a part of me that wakes up sometimes in the middle of the night, swearing I can still smell her hair on the pillow. I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands before pulling my jacket forward and stepping out of the elevator, finishing a reply to an email on my phone. We were on our way to another informal meeting with investors. Pedro had found a new café, claiming it was charming and discreet. Ideal for quick conversations and lighter meetings. The deal today would bring us a profit too attractive to pass up, and there's nothing better to please clients than a well-made coffee.

To my surprise, I take the card and accept his coffee invitation without thinking. “Great, so coffee, how about tomorrow?” he asks appreciatively, probably because I finally took his card. “Sure, I know a place. I’ll be bringing someone along with me. If you don’t mind?” That someone will be Benny, I grin. He frowns, “Um, okay, I guess.” I tell him where the café is. He knows the place. I reassure him, “Don’t worry. Benny doesn’t talk much; in fact, he will probably happily eat silently and lounge the entire time.” He frowns, looking more confused.

"Don't worry, Clark, I'll be fine, so are you still in?" Clark's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Oh my gosh, Ty! That's an incredible idea! Your café is already amazing, and having the whole building to ourselves would be perfect. Let's do it! I'll take care of the drinks and invitations, but can you invite Miles and his friends by yourself too?"

She got up from her seat and walked gingerly over to the bar where Vlad, the vampire stood. “Instant, but they taste horrible,” the vampire made a face. He took a sachet from a little black box on the bar top and peeled it open. “There, how is it?” he let Suzanne take a whiff. The aroma of coffee powder invigorated her, Suzanne had become addicted to coffee ever since the nightmares started. They kept her from falling asleep too easily. “Smells fine to me,” she pulled out a wine glass that hung from the overhead rack and emptied the coffee powder into it. Wordlessly, the vampire poured hot steaming water into it.

Something about that affected me more than it should have. My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. An unknown number. Rafael? I carefully stepped out of the room before answering. “What?” I said instinctively. “Wow,” Martina Lopez’s amused voice came through the line. “You answer phone calls like you’re permanently angry at life.” I closed the guest room door quietly behind me. “What do you want?” I was even more annoyed that it wasn't Rafael. “A little less hostility maybe?” I said nothing. Martina sighed dramatically. “Your father invited me to another Romano charity event next week.”

“Can you come over today?” “I can come now,” I replied, walking into the coffee shop. “I just need my daily shot of caffeine,” I removed my phone from my ears and gave the barista my order. “A large espresso, skimmed milk and no sugar please,” I said. “Yeah, can you hear me?” “Yeah,” he replied. “Are you done with classes?” “Yes,” I smiled as I took my cup of coffee and paid. “Just give me a few minutes, I'm gonna walk.”

"Enough of this, I am going to see my woman." "But – " I walked away before he could complete his words. ___________ I walked into the cafe, the bell at the door jingling loudly. I made my way to the counter. I raised my brows when I saw Avery's colleague instead of her. "Welcome to Jojo cafe restaurant, what would you like to have?" Her colleague asked, smiling broadly. "Black coffee." I mumbled, peering into the corners in search of Avery but even her shadow was not visible.

The sound of my phone’s chime wakes me from a restless nap. It’s a notification from the ad I clicked earlier. My breath catches as I unlock the screen and read the message: “Interview will be done tomorrow at Escalante Café at 10:00 am sharp. Call this number when you arrive: 00######.” I stare at the words, my chest tightening as I read them over and over again. Was this a good idea? What if it was some human trafficking scheme?