Coffehouse Stories

Just a journal of story progress, my life, some stuff going on in my first account. Probably won't be that active.

Asking a cup of coffee to your date will never be out of fashion. Coffee is a also a language in itself and it is a way of stealing time of our lover to express our thought and feelings. Coffee house is the place where we can have chit-chat, have a quality time and where lots of love story are made in itself over a cup of coffee. BUT, do a cup of coffee do always ends up with a love story??

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*** "Hello? 1,2 is this on?" a group in the corner laughed at him and made jokes. Must be his friends. "Shut up guys" he turned his attention away from them with a small smirk on his face. Definitely his friends. "I usually only play, I don't sing myself, but then someone said they would give me 20 pounds if I did, so here I go" without one single second of pause, he started playing the guitar like a flipping professional. I had never heard anything like it. He was moving up and down the neck of the guitar and something about him shone when he was focused on the guitar playing. He was sat on a stool, his feet on a small barrier between the legs of the chair. The floor we carefully built was swaying under his weight and I worried it was gonna break during his song. He had a big black hoodie on, silver necklace and a strong focused look on his face. Brown hair, long enough you could drag your hand through it. He was hot. ** Paige meets a boy who's name is not James and falls completely for him. But when she notices that he believes in something that she doesn't things gets complicated.

For her, it was always her love of coffee that gave her something to look forward to and just enough to get by on mornings. Capturing the rush of a coffeeshop, Bittersweet is a flashfiction of how a little sugar could go a long way.

"Anything else with that coffee sir?" "You." "Something on the menu sir." "Extra cream please." -------------------------------------------------- In which a feminine pretty boy named Hyacinth works in a coffeehouse and Apollo, the greek god, can't help but fall for him.

I hope you'll enjoy this; A story written by one person, inspired by many, things added by tons of different people, checked and corrected as well (don't complain if there are still mistakes :> ) Thanks to everyone who helped! Special thanks to Justus & Suavi {to the people who've helped and read before I hope you can enjoy actual full sentences soon} I heard that 'mlm' is kinda offensive in context and I've changed it to 'nwlnw' I hope I didn't offend anyone