Under The Oak Tree Coffee Novels & Stories

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

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.

I think he understood I needed this even more than I realized. We parked outside this little family-owned coffee and pastry spot that overlooked Clearidge park and the pond. I’d always thought the place looked adorable but never made it inside over the years. The second we stepped through the door, the rich smell of fresh-roasted coffee and the sugary scent of baked goods hit me and lifted my spirits right away.

None of them were like their parents. “Magda, I am having dinner with my mom later this afternoon. There is a coffee shop about a block from the shopping center you are at. They have the best coffee in the state. It’s a shop where they support fair trade coffee and do partnerships with impoverished countries to support women in industry. It’s my mother’s favorite coffee shop and I often come here to get her coffee before I get to her place. I am here now actually. Occasionally, I like to get out of the office and away from the constant parade of people coming to my door and since I was going to Mama’s I stopped here to work for a bit. If you’re willing and feeling a bit brave,” he teased, “t

I looked at Jade smiling brightly at Cleo and realized in time, we may have exactly what they have together, maybe something even better. “Elliott, this coffee is FANTASTIC!” Jade declared after taking a timid sip while Cleo chatted her ear off as we walked through the main entrance to the mall. “Oh, Elliott ordered his basic bitch coffee for you?” Cameron winked at me and I slapped him upside the head. “What a manly hit from someone who actually ordered a pumpkin spice latte a few weeks ago.” “I’m sorry I don’t drink gross bean water like you two! Who orders black coffee from Starbucks?!”

I never heard from her again after we graduated college, and I’m glad. She’s the first person I’ve met who would brag about having a sugar daddy. I mean, I’m not against it, maybe they really do love each other. But why does she have to belittle and look down on others, especially students? I hung out at a nearby coffee shop to calm down my irritation. I didn’t choose the wrong place to enter. The atmosphere around me was relaxing. There’s a large tree in the middle of the café, clearly older than the establishment itself, and instead of cutting it down, they incorporated it into the design, which made the place feel more homely and relaxing.

Lila The café is tucked into the corner of a brownstone lined street, half hidden under a faded green awning that reads Sparrow & Finch in tiny gold letters. It smells like cinnamon and roasted espresso the second I step inside warm and grounding. Like the kind of place you come to feel human again. Nick’s already there. He’s seated at a corner table, a mug between his hands, scrolling something on his phone. He looks up just as I walk in, and that same crooked smile breaks across his face unpracticed, unpolished, real.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

She offers, somehow already being able to notice my nervous tells. “That sounds great, could we also get iced coffee? I am exhausted.” I ask, not wanting to be rude. Olive assures me that coffee was already part of the plan in the town. We enter Nightnorth territory and she drives towards the town, we eventually find a parking space on the side of the road. Getting out of the car, Olive walks in the direction of the café that I went to with William the first time I came into the town. We open the door as just as last time a bell chimes announcing our entrance.