Tk Cafe Novels & Stories

Her gaze was fixed on a cafe on the corner. The cafe looked cozy, with a green canopy and the words “Dreamer Tavern” in bold brown letters on a white background hanging from the front end, as if calling out to her. It's an old-fashioned coffee shop, instead of being like a coffee shop, it's more like an old building that was misplaced in the middle of so tall shophouses.

Gavin smiled happily as he pulled out and drove out of the parking lot. “The café we are going is a big tradition for this town. Everyone knows of it and you cant leave town without at least having a coffee from there. They have special office meeting spaces upstairs so the crowd wont bother us.” Gavin spoke highly of Mama Chika's Café. “I have never heard of it.” Asrar spoke the truth. He was a multi million dollar restaurant company that stretched from one end of the world to the other. He has never heard of this small café. Well to be fair he didn’t care for the cafe's he has come across. They where there own thing in the restaurant world where he was a full sports bar, family orientated

SSHS 181 Cafe de Luna was a cafe that was considered as a rare thing to exist. It is rated five stars because of its magnificent service, food quality and whatnot. But the thing that made Cafe de Luna sought after and considered rare by the people: was that Cafe de Luna is not your regular cafe where you can just enter whenever you want. Cafe de Luna operates in a reservation system. You cannot go in if you don’t have a reservation beforehand. And that guests must appear never a minute late, or else their reservation will be revoked and dismissed then and there.

“Dana. Two cups of tea. Earl Grey, hot.” What the fuck! Tea? Everybody in the room fell silent. “Sir?” Daisy’s mouth twitches at the corner. She knows. They all know. Tovar Group operates on coffee. The pantry contains a Keurig machine and twelve flavors of pods arranged by roast intensity. A laminated sign above the sink reads Coffee Only. It has been there since twenty nineteen. There is no tea cabinet. There is no kettle. There has never been tea in this building during my employment or his.

I take it and we walk to the door. ... It's times like this that I'm thankful there's a cafe real close to PHT. Like, it's just two blocks away and walkable. We enter the little Cafe and Jake pulled out my chair for me. A gentleman huh? I decided to probe him, maybe he'll tell me something about himself so I can clear my doubtful self. The waitress takes our orders and returns in a jiffy. "So Mr. Taylor..." "Please, call me Jake" "Jake...where are you from? Seattle?"

Our sweet waitress greets us. " Hi, Ireen. Please open this bottle, serve it to booth 21, and make me Camellia tea. " The waitress nods. Camellia tea is our specialty, and the cafe is called Camellia Cafe. The flower Nikolas gave me inspired it not so long ago, and I returned to the booth, sitting before Xavier Alarie. We are quiet. My gaze is on my hands, and I cannot look him in the eye. He is so intimidating.

I focused on his features. He had a pair of hazel eyes, medium-length brown hair, and a sharp squared jaw-line. Luna didn't lie about the good-looking student. "I know that I'm handsome but staring isn't nice Lav." He chuckled. I forgot to mention his British accent. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Are you the owner of the café near the school?" He asked. "Uh…Yeah, it's called Sweetbrew," I answered, confused by his sudden question. "I passed by yesterday and asked a guy named Timothy about the job offer, but he said that the owner didn't want young boys." He said, quoting with his fingers on young boys.

(Cloud cafe) Kim Tan walked into the cafe and despite the crowd of people, his eyes were drawn to the figure sipping an iced tea, her movements serene and gracious full of appreciation for the drink. It was clearly an ordinary iced tea but in her hands, it turned into an exotic rare wine. "Miss Alexa,” Kim Tan suppressed the admiration and throbbing in his heart as he called out gently. "Mr. Kim is too kind, have a seat.* Alexa smiled as she gestured at the seat.

Our rush hour crowd just left an hour ago, and soon, the high school kids and moms will be taking the empty places. I nodded. ‘That’s good. I will be expecting the pancakes; thank you.’ The waiter smiled, walking into a room that I suspected was the kitchen. The place wasn’t big, but the setting was beautiful, just like normal cafes in the States. They also had a karaoke stand and books on a shelf for those customers who loved to read while they ate. It was a brilliant set-up.

Just like that, a life that has never been peaceful always exists here. EGaTo is a luxurious cafe, imbued with European and American architecture, a young girl is sitting sipping a cup of fragrant new-style coffee, flanked by two rows of bodyguards who are always armed with guns. , looking very fierce, rogue, ready to shoot to kill any suspicious person.