روايات وقصص ضمن 1 Guy 2 Spoon

“Stand up!” The four members of my party stood up sheepishly. I waved at them. They nervously waved back like contestants in a ‘who can act the most awkward’ competition. It was a four-way dead heat. The frogman looked confused. “What exactly are you people?” It was a good question. “Do we have a deal?” He nodded. “Wait!” said the female. She held up two fingers. “Two pots. And a big spoon.” I smiled — a fellow spoon lover. “Okay.” All that time thinking violence was the answer when the only weapon I needed was good old capitalism.

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I thought he'd be proud to know I've memorised all the utensils on which to use for what but he's a tough one to please because I stutter the moment he asked me to demonstrate on how to use the spoon for soup in case it's hot. "You do it half moon crescent," he runs his spoon in the soup in front of him, "Not blowing it as if you're playing trumpet." I giggle again and pick up my soup spoon, copying his act, "Like this?"

He looked at me seriously and smiled. “You may have it now. I’ll wait for another stock” he said. I get the bottle and went back to our seat. I waited for my friends before eating. They come back gradually and we start eating. I noticed that I don’t have any utensils. “Jeez. I don’t have a spoon and fork.” I told and Eloisa heard that. “Who doesn’t have any utensils there?” I heard Gio who’s currently standing and holding a spoon and fork.

“Are you going to tell them you have another spoon?” I dig out the extra plastic spoon from the bag and sneak another bite of ice cream while Mark and Casper continue to fight.

She pointed, " “dessert spoon, soup spoon, tea spoon.” The bartender narrowed her eyes on the table as Bella pushed another bowl closer. “Two plates; salad plate and service plate –three forks; dinner fork, salad fork, and dessert fork.” Jane widened her eyes at that. She had never seen that many utensils at the table together. It took her a while to stare at each of them. As if Bella understood her inner turmoil, she paused and turned to look at the bartender. “Do you need a minute?”

“Maybe later.” “Coffee then?” “Oh, yeah. Please.” “Help yourself,” Tex said. “It’s fresh.” Spider poured a cup, held the pot up. “Want one?” “Hell, yeah,” Tex said, busy stirring the eggs in a bowl. “Black and strong and with two spoons of sugar.” Spider fixed the other man’s coffee, set it on the island between them. Then he perched on a stool, and took a huge sip of his milky, sweet coffee and sighed.

Aubrey said amid the food in her mouth. After constellating round the table for about 20 minutes, Wesley took the last spoonful of his food and said, “I need more spaghetti.” “I am so sorry, Wesley; I only prepared little spaghetti,” Aubrey said. “And you are aware that spaghetti is part of my favorites food,” Wesley said with glare.

Audrey: I sat, tapping away on my phone. I was lying horizontally on my armchair, with my legs crossed on one arm and my head resting on the other arm. I placed a pillow on my tummy, resting my arms on it. I had my earphones plunged into my ear, blasting Stitches by Shawn Mendes. I loved that song; actually, I loved everything Shawn Mendes, ranging from his cute looks to his soul-searching voice.

Then, another man gets out behind him. The second man is a few inches shorter but just as muscular, with a black suit and a white button-up shirt. He has black hair and green eyes. Both men stare at me, ignoring the rest of my family, who try to speak to them. What's going on? Why do I want both of them, and why do they both look like they're going to devour me? I step back with uncertainty as they move forward. Their scents mingle and make one tantalizing aroma that makes me ache between my legs. When they're standing in front of me, they speak at the same time. "Mate." I look between them in shock. Uh, I only ordered one mate. I think they snuck an extra toy in this Happy Meal, but wow, wh