Te Invito Un Cafe Novels & Stories

July hung up. It is not the intention of the heart to break the call by being cold. But July had arrived in front of the cafe building, the place that became her goal. July intends to meet the only person she considers to be a friend for a long time. The owner of the cafe and the building landlord, which is often July bought coffee, her named is Kate. July came to deliver her own wedding invitation. “Welcome.” The formal greeting of the cafe staff. July is approaching. “Can you call the manager? We had an appointment.” Ask July to the employee behind the shop stand.

The cafe smells like fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls, a warmth that immediately soothes the chill clinging to my skin. I laugh. “I was tempted to but figured I should.” Benta leads us to a table by the window, where the sun's golden streaks filter in through the glass. I exhale sharply placing my bag on the floor. “Why did you think I would say no?” She raises an eyebrow. “You say no to everything.” “No I don't,” I counter. “We have invited you to drink, to eat lunch with us, to dinner but you always say no.” I cover my mouth. “No.”

I put down my writing utensil and turned to her. “Oh, you are an old customer at our cafe. It is an honor for us that you are still willing to visit. Thanks to your recommendation, our cafe has become quite famous among the curators. So this is free,” the woman said. “You should try it. This is our cafe’s newest menu.” “Thank you,” I replied politely. Then, the woman left me alone. At that time, I received a message. “I just met her. Jonea,” Eve said in the message I received.

he told me and I nodded. We got to that cafe and I smiled upon seeing the name. The cafe looked so comfy. It seemed like a place that you could read a book while drinking your coffee. “Thank you!” I shouted and closed the door. I walked to the entrance with a soft smile on my lips and opened the door. The bell chimed as I walked in. “Welcome to Comcafe. What would you like to order?” a voice said immediately I entered the cafe. I walked to the counter and ordered a cappuccino. “Take a seat. Your order will be coming soon.” she said and I choose a seat beside the window.

MADELYN “Coffee or tea?” I stiffened. I know why she brought me back here. “ Why did you pick this cafe, when there are hundreds of others?” She smiled lightly, her hand rubbing the back of her neck. I noticed how she winced, but I couldn't tell if she was hurt physically, or otherwise. Cara beckoned on a waitress nearby. “ Two cups of grande Mocha please.”

“So, are you ready to go?” “Mmm.” “Come on Grant, I know you’re hungry, maybe today we can order those tea cakes.” “What is it with you and that tiny cafe anyway?” “Best coffee in town and great service. Although, she hasn’t been there the last couple of days and no one will answer me when I ask.”

There were only a few customers and they seemed to be all on their phones or chatting with each other, but it was still cosy enough for them to sit together in an open area, with tables scattered about the place. Mr Martinez took me to a table and said, "Let's have a seat." I smiled at the sight of the cafe while sitting at a table near the window. Is it because it was once my house or is it because it was turned into a cafe? I can't believe this place can look good too. I like how Mr Martinez changed my house. A waiter came and asked for the order. "Um… I don't drink coffee. What do you have other than coffee?" Mr Martinez said to him, "One warm milk and an Americano."

I return her smile and reach into my pocket for my pen and notepad to take the order from the man sitting on another table. ‘Welcome to Cafe Charm, Sir. What would you like to order?’ I ask. ‘Just a black tea thanks,’ he says. ‘Okay, Sir,’ I say, spinning around and giving the order to Mr Fulton. When the black tea has been made, I set it down in front of him on the table. ‘One black tea. Anything else you’d like?’ I ask, and he looks me up and down, and licks his lips, and I become uncomfortable. ‘I may want a refill when I finish this tea,’ he says.

“Iv, are you free today? I’d like to ask you for a favor with something.” “What is it?” Ivanka was curious about the favor Chiara was going to ask her. “I’ll send you the address. Let’s talk in person.” “Sure.” After Ivanka agreed, Chiara sent over the location. Ivanka made a quick turn and headed toward the location. It was a cafe. By the time she arrived, Chiara had not shown up yet, but the server approached her right away. “Hello, are you Ms. Ivanka?” Ivanka simply nodded with an aloof expression.

"Um ... I want to have breakfast with the most delicious menu here, for a drink I want mixed fruit juice." I nodded my head. "There are more?" "Oh, one more thing." My ears are ready to listen. "What's that?" "I also want to have breakfast with you." Hearing his sentence, I chuckled. "That's impossible, Levin." "How can it be impossible?" "Can't you see that I'm working? I won't be able to take a break now so I can have breakfast with you. This cafe just opened a few minutes ago." "Um ... okay, but if you have dinner with me, can you?"