Story cover for ROSE TEA & CAKES by MikoRxlla
ROSE TEA & CAKES
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em abr 18, 2025
"Aw, I'm so sorry, sir! I was just so excited- here! I'll give you a drink on the house to make up!"

"Miss Charlotte, ma'am..we still haven't gotten any customers yet-"

"Oh, come on, Maximilian! stay optimistic and make this young man a drink!" 

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After his coffe machine breaks down, A young man begins to attend a local coffee shop.
  
With every visit, his heart slowly opens up to the charming place, it's cheerful owner, fun staff and bizzare clientele.

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It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.