“She poured two cups. One was mine. One was no one’s.”
— guest #4, never seen again
~ scrawled between sips ~
Cryptic Notes
Scribbled on napkins · Found in latte foam
The ghosts, cats and tired regulars leave little messages everywhere. Most are nonsense. Most.
the napkin drawer
What the shadows have whispered so far
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“The fog fog fogs. The cat is watching. Tip well.”
— napkin mounted by the candle
“If your latte is smiling, you’ve been chosen.”
— a regular regular
“Three knocks. Pause. Three knocks. Don’t answer. Or do.”
— the back door (unsigned)
“I came for the espresso. I left with a question.”
— patient in a long coat
“Cats count. Count the cats. Don’t tell anyone you did.”
— folded corner no one wanted
“The cellar lights flicker in alphabet. Spell out: T-I-P.”
— written in brown sugar
“She told me the steam was my aunt. I believed her.”
— return customer, sniffling
“Moon is up. Pencils down. Latte later. Cats later.”
— Stellas and the moon
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Tip the barista. Pet the cat. Tell no one.