Café Stories

Part I – Cinnamon & Chaos I didn’t expect to fall in love that summer. I didn’t expect him. He was barely older than a boy — wild, hungry, radiant with the kind of energy I thought I’d buried. I just wanted quiet. I just wanted control. But then he walked into my café. The first time I saw him, he stood at the counter like he owned the place. Tall, golden, messy hair, and the kind of slouch that screamed chaos. I was behi...

The Liège waffles dusted with cinnamon and drizzled honey wasn't the only reason that Paolo's became my favourite café. Mia contributed, all smiles and freckles on sun-kissed cheeks. She raises an eyebrow, pen poised, lid chewed. "The usual?" Bubbly, cheeky, and 90210 cute, those Mediterranean features and accent boost her allure. I pause. Not because I'm considering the answer but to lose myself a moment longer in eyes f...

"You know, I really think I need some cock right now."I nearly splurted out the hot chocolate I was sipping on. I'd never heard Catríona say anything like that before. She was always ever-so polite and somewhat of a goody-two-shoes. So when she said that, especially in context, it was incredibly hard to believe.I had know Catríona for years. We lived in the same small city in the south-east of Ireland. I'd first met her t...