Under The Oak Tree Coffee Novels & Stories

Olivia I took my coffee from the barista with a grateful smile, the scent of freshly ground beans wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. After the long day at work, I needed this little escape. I found a quiet corner table by the window at Crescent Moon Café, sinking into the plush armchair with a contented sigh. The café buzzed with the gentle hum of evening conversations, laptops clicking, and the occasional hiss of the espresso machine. Perfect white noise to decompress.

" Serina firmly said while Paul nodded at her, promising that this must happen, at whatever cost that hinders on the way. Then both of them walk out together from the shade of the oak tree. "It was a promise witnessed by this century-old tree." "I doubt that tree is that old." "K-Town had lots of history and myths!" "Yeah, I know...kinda weird on how non-sense some of the myths are." "The tree witnesses us, so you better do it, unless you want to be buried." Thus, the promise at the first of September started at the grass field, below the oak tree were two people that had bonded deeper than tree roots, made a promise unto one another...

Birchwood had many hidden gems. A small cafe called All Things Brunch and a flower shop called Dewdrop, just to name a few. Leah and Caleb met up at Dark Roast, the local coffee shop, where they liked to meet every now and then just to catch up on how the other one was doing.

;Maia was reading a book under the tree in the backyard of the pack house. She has been there for almost half an hour, enjoying the wind and the sun. She has no plan to mess with the big bad wolf today because she was so sure that Oakley was not going to do her condition and he's probably irritated at her because of what she has done yesterday.

I almost run into his back from my rubbernecking when he stops at a semi-circular desk area with a large coffee machine set to a side. "Two coffees, one black and one with sugar," Trey shouts in the direction of the guy behind the machine before he turns us around again. The quick movements start to give me whiplash. I couldn't be happier to see the three orange-ish couches in a circle centered around a large coffee table in the middle. On the couch to our right, the guy I met as Finn on Thursday sits with his arm around a skinny woman with dark brown curly hair. Both their mouths are slightly open and she looks back at Finn with an unasked question in her eyes. Shock?

If that were the case, perhaps when his identity came to light one day, she would not leave him. Zephyr led her behind the counter. He picked light roast coffee beans from Emepa and put them into the coffee machine. “Let me be your first customer today,” he said with a smile, raising his eyebrows. “One black coffee, please.” Cordelia agreed while smiling. She made coffee professionally. The sky was turning dark, and the lights were lit outside. The sycamore trees were swaying in the breeze. The shop was filled with coffee fragrances. Cordelia leaned on Zephyr, watching the sky afar. A smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

In the center stood a giant, ancient oak tree, its branches spreading out like protective arms. "It has a high-tech security system, a gated community, and a twenty-four-hour patrol," Cole listed off the specs, his businessman persona momentarily shielding his vulnerability. "But look at the backyard, Sabrina. Really look at it." "The tree," I whispered, tracing the lines of the oak with my thumb.

It could be the perfect medicine to cure my current funk. Stepping out of my car, I joined the line that already snaked out the front door to the nearby corner. In the center of Manhattan, it was a popular place for the local businesses, including Carter Tech, which was only two blocks away. Misha preferred his coffee black, and usually didn’t bother with shops like this. “A waste of money,” he’d say whenever I wanted to stop by. Even now, I could almost hear him. “Two hazelnut oatmilk lattes,” he said in my head, placing an order with the barista.

His reply came right away. Ms. Kane, Let’s meet at 10am, 1369 coffeehouse. They have cold brew growlers; you may need it. Cade Well damn, the man wasn’t wrong. I texted back a quick affirmative and stuck my phone in my drawer while making a face. A cold brew growler would indeed get me through the day, so would a line of cocaine but that was off the table. Nikki sidled over, a coffee in hand as she perched on her desk across from me. Her full lips drawn together in an uncharacteristic frown, her long braids down one side of her head, the other half was mostly shaved underneath, a long silver earring dangling from that ear.

Although instead of people being happy to see me, they all looked at me with skeptical glances. Maeve nudged me with her shoulder. “Ignore them. They just aren’t used to Cal letting someone new walk around the pack with being escorted by multiple guards.” We walked into a coffee place called, “Killer Koffee,” where patrons sat on mismatched chairs, and beanbags. It reminded me of furniture that you would find thifting. We placed our orders and while we waited I finally asked. “And how were we able to leave the packhouse without any guards?”