Under The Oak Tree Coffee Novels & Stories

Lola hadn't told him about hers and Ash’s conversation but he was filled in on the fact that Melissa now knew everything that Lola knew. Jax, unlike his cousin, didn't turn on her over the fact. He thought it was a good thing that Lola had someone else on her side with whom she could talk about every life-altering event that had happened. They asked around the town square that consisted of a roundabout with benches under the shade of the trees. The trees at the moment were giving off beautiful colors as the coldness was coming. There was a coffee cart by the road just before you walked in on the path leading to the roundabout where they sold the best coffee in town, it was even better than W

Its sprawling branches offered ample shade and a natural, enchanting setting for the couple's union. He called out to his loyal men, a group of trusted friends and staff members, instructing them with a warm and confident voice, "Let's set up the canopy right here, under the oak tree. Make sure it's beautifully adorned with flowers and drapes, creating a magical atmosphere for Elena and me." The men, all too eager to contribute to this special day, swiftly got to work, transforming the area under the oak tree into a fairytale-like wedding setting. They adorned the canopy with cascading flowers of various hues, adding an ethereal touch to the surroundings.

Owen spoke in a hurry, panicked. "I already did, see?" Izzy pointed at her cup of coffee on the table. "What?" Owen exclaimed in astonishment. Owen loves coffee so much that he luxuriated in the ability to buy a fancy coffee machine. He is alone, so he is confident he can use the machine in the long run for a long time with how careful he uses his things. He was flabbergasted that this insolent girl had already touched his coffee machine without even asking him and without him noticing it. Owen walked to check her coffee. It was decent. A latte. He gave it a try to check if she made the coffee correctly.

Toni said, hopping out. Alex looked at the small building, standing on its own in a half deserted part of town. It was small and had a drive-through window. A pretty girl was standing there, looking down into a car as she passed a cup of coffee to him. "She's wearing a damn bikini," Alex pointed out. "She's a bikini barista," Toni replied. "Mom and Dad will never go for this," Alex told her. "Mom and Dad don't drink coffee, and Dad doesn't work on this side of town. Mom always gets her groceries from the store near our house. They don't have to know. We can tell them we serve coffee at a coffee house."

From this distance, I couldn't make out his features clearly, but his size and posture suggested he was around the right age to be my target. "There," I said to Jake, nodding toward the tree. "Kid under the oak. That's got to be Ollie Blackwood." Jake squinted through the window, trying to get a better look at the kid I was pointing at as he glanced at me and asked. "You sure? Hard to tell from here."

Raven was about to object, but Oliver seemed to know where she was headed, “Or be my mistress. Friends, I want to be friends.” ‘That would still get me what I want,’ assumed Raven. “Alright, coffee.” Oliver couldn’t help but grin. “Tomorrow though. Coco’s place. You know of it?” “I did, but that went out of business two years ago.” Oliver looked curiously at her. “I take it you’ve been out of town for a bit?” Raven nodded, “It’s been some time. Rosie’s café?” “Yeah, that one is still around. Seven?” “Make it nine, I’m usually a night owl. Thanks for the chivalry, but I can make it from here.”

I'm staring at the latest text when the barista calls out "Medium oat milk latte, no foam" for the third time. That's my order. Every Tuesday at 11:15, just like the message said. The coffee shop on Fifth Street is my one sanctuary in this city of surveillance. Exposed brick walls, mismatched vintage furniture, and a handwritten chalkboard menu that changes daily. It's the kind of place Alexander would never set foot in…too casual, too unpredictable for his taste.

Late at night, Aaron sat alone under a tree in the courtyard, feeling the gentle breeze. Despite the chirping of birds and insects around him, he felt lonely. Gazing at the bright moon in the sky, he let out a long sigh. Suddenly, he heard light footsteps behind him. Looking up at the sky, he slowly said, "Put the coffee there. There's no rush to drink it." "It's getting late. Drinking coffee is bad for your sleep!" The voice was low and indifferent.

Okay. I hired a driver through Derek's cousin. A man named Paul who has never met Nick Blackwood, doesn't know what Silver Moon smells like, and drives with both hands on the wheel looking straight ahead without asking questions. He picked me up at 12:40 and I sat in the back seat with my hands in my lap and my phone face-down on the leather beside me because if I look at it I'll see whether Nick has texted and if he's texted I'll feel the guilt move from my stomach to my throat and I need my throat clear for this conversation. The coffee shop on Bleecker has a blue awning and a chalkboard outside advertising something called a cardamom dream. I walk in at 12:55 and scan the back of the room

“Because this seemed like the right place.” James stepped out from behind the tree. Charlotte blinked. He wasn’t alone. A small wooden picnic table had been set beneath the branches. Three cups of coffee. Three chocolate pastries. A tiny vase holding wildflowers. Nothing extravagant. Nothing expensive. Just… Them. Charlotte laughed softly. “You planned breakfast twice?” James smiled. “I wasn’t taking any chances.” ⸻ The three of them sat together beneath the tree. They talked for nearly an hour. About everything. And nothing.