She ordered a small tea and one of my famous biscuits- that’s all. But it meant a lot to me.

Under five pounds. Maybe two.

I couldn’t quite remember, I couldn’t quite grasp the situation entirely. God.

How did I not see it? How could I be so stupid.

The lack of wrinkles on her face which I thought were out of beauty- were actually dressed up as the devil in disguise. Her smile was robbing me ...

He wasn’t suspicious about it, nor was he concerned or unaware of his stealing.

He sat down before and drank his coffee at a table, he was working on his computer and talked to someone on his phone.

His fresh, clean suit and gleaming sliver watch announced enough about his wealth, though he did look very young.

Yet, I could tell there was a slight hint of arrogance when he ordered his black cof...

In a quaint little town, nestled amidst rolling hills and blooming meadows, there stood a cozy café called “Serenity Brews.” Owned by a compassionate woman named Lily, the café was known not only for its delicious food and aromatic brews but also for the warmth and love that emanated from its walls.

On a sunny morning, as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, Lily noticed a customer ...

I own a huge ass fuckin cafe. I’m kind of a bad boy but who gives a shit. Anyways, this crazy hot chick came in earlier today and she didn’t pay so I ran after her. I found her on a Ferris wheel and I climbed up that motherfucker and climbed into this chicks seat or booth or whatever the fuck you call the spot you sit in on a Ferris. Holy smokes she was crazy hot from far away but even more crazie...

The woman in the purple hat was my most loyal customer. She ordered her usual herbal tea and almond croissant daily. It came out to $8 even and I'd eventually allow her to leave the money under the plate, as she was in a rush most days.

One day the money wasn't under the plate. The shop hadn't been doing well, but I was more concerned with purple hat lady and her seemingly unusual behavior. I ask...

I knew the kind of kid he was as soon as he entered my coffee shop. Obnoxious. Loud. Cocky. The kind of kid you’d cross the street to avoid, not because you were scared of them but because you don’t need the hassle.

“Got any muffins?” he demanded while stood in front of a display of six different varieties of muffin - homemade of course.

I waved at the selection under his nose. “Of course, sir...

Egg white on whole grain bagel, cup of coffee, mostly cream. She comes in three times a week and gets the same thing. She sits alone in the same corner table by the window, scrolling on her phone. She has a little smile while she's looking at it, so I'm guessing she's carrying one of those harmless torches for someone that will never go beyond words. I decide for myself she must be an artist. Tho...

Toasted bagels. Muffins. Black coffee. Lattes. The occasional request for herbal tea. Sometimes I worry that my life has been reduced to a long string of $3 transactions for things that add no real value to the world. After all, if coffee shops didn’t exist, people could have all the things they are buying from me at home before leaving for work, or in the office break room.

But when I look up fr...

A razor thin cloud sliced across the flat face of the full moon. Surrounded by half done tables, Kay was tallying the night’s take. A W shaped shadow shaded the moon. Kay’s pupils dilated and her muscles tensed. Freida placed reassuring hands on shoulders. Her eyes followed her girlfriend’s stare.

“Go chica, I got this but be careful,” Freida whispered and discreetly patted Kay’s bottom.

In a...

Every day do party💪💪🤣🤣

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