“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
Some notes are jokes. Some notes are warnings. The cafe does not label which is which.
“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
From visitors
Checking the visitor napkins...