Under The Oak Tree Coffee Novels & Stories

, quickly shoving away a memory trying to peak out. “So, the coffee date you talked about, can we go to it now? I want to know what you know about aboriginals.” Anya added, stopping at the tarred road alongside her walk partner. Caleb's face lit up in joy. “Sure, why not?” “Okay.” Anya began. “Since you are new to town, I guess, it falls on me to select a coffee place.” “Exactly,” Caleb responded grinning like a two year old. “Except that I don't take coffee outside my home. I brew my own coffee. However, we can check Longroove's best, or so the TV commercials say. And by that I mean The Nickle Cup. It's just down the road.” Anya pointed downwards.

That morning, before leaving for campus, Athena stopped by Moon Cafe, a cafe with violet shades and a garden with sparkling glass walls, reflects the atmosphere of the garden as if under the moonlight all around. The cafe is located on the side of a road that Athena often travels on foot to her campus. At first Athena was hesitant to enter the cafe because it seemed like it was expensive, she just stood in front of the cafe, feeling interested but hesitant. However, a waiter, who happened to be in front of the cafe greeted her kindly, invited her to enter so that Athena finally dared to enter. The friendly waitress named Bara and they eventually became friends. Now every morning before leavi

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.

--- Damon comes out an hour later. He is wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt. His hair is messy. His eyes are sleepy. He is holding two mugs of coffee. He hands one to me. He hands one to Rick. He sits on the bench. The three of us. Under the oak tree. In the garden. With the roses and the dew and the morning light. "This is nice," Rick says. "It is," Damon says. "We should do this more often." "We should." "Every morning."

This coffee shop is one of the few hidden gems we have in Silver Valley. I remember discovering the place years ago when they recently opened their doors to the public. Since then, I’ve had Leo order my coffee here mostly because of their use of traditional ingredients. Choosing here to meet with the Varkai prince was a great idea, and sitting here, disguised with glasses and a face cap while sipping moringa tea seems relaxing enough, especially with all the chaos going on in my life.

They named it after me and I'm just so proud that the coffee shop sounds like mine. Grabdma Fuchsia and Grandpa Martes lives at the third floor of that shop during business days and closes the shop every summer. People at the Rue City were Strawberry's Coffee Shop is located turns into a sad community every time summer hits the year because Grandma closes the shop to held a general cleaning and annual renovation.

Our basis for our course is the thing that we love the most, in that way it would be easier for us to adjust to the new life we are ahead of. Presently, I am on my way to Miró Coffee. Caroline and I's meeting place, also my favorite coffee shop since their coffee is something that really suits my coffee taste. Their coffee beans are something as well, perhaps it is because they have a direct trade relationship with a coffee farm in Nicaruga. Also their menu, they have a variety of coffee filters and espresso. They also serve coffee cocktails and wine for dates. Their interior design catches attention too, minimal and open space, plus their free Wi-Fi. The moment I reach the coffee shop, I im

I ducked down one of the side streets to keep out of everyone's way. I weaved through the side streets until I reached the edge of town and the coffee shop I was heading for. It was a lovely family owned coffee shop. Some people might call it hipster in style with its fake rustic aesthetic and quirky elements throughout the shop. I don’t normally like this kind of place but as they do the best coffee in town by far I just ignore how pretentious it is.

We did a few times until everything we needed to take to the office was in the car. After getting in the car and leaving the basement, Chloe asked me to buy coffee at a coffee shop that had just opened. It turned out that the coffee shop was in the city center, next to a Chinese restaurant where Chloe usually picked up food orders. After parking the car, Chloe and I got out and ordered a cup of coffee each, then bought two pieces of cake to take to the office. While waiting for our order to be ready, I invited Chloe to sit on a bench in front of the shop. Next to the chairs was a shady apple tree.

Then I followed, trailing him down the familiar streets of town. We drove farther than I expected, leaving behind the cluster of shops and houses that marked the town’s center. Trees lined the edges of the road, and after a while, the quiet rhythm of the drive soothed something raw in me. Finally, Adam slowed, turning into a small gravel lot tucked beside a line of trees. I parked behind him and looked up. It was a coffee shop. Adam had brought me to a coffee shop. Its windows were wide, letting golden light spill out, and vines curled around the wooden beams that framed the doorway. A sign hung above the entrance, painted in looping letters: The Hollow Cup.