Bistro 313 Novels & Stories

His heart did a little flip and he squeezed her hand. “I’ll give you all the time you need,” he said as he squeezed her hand and brought it up to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss along her knuckles which sent shivers through her. “Thank you,” she murmured. “I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes,” he said with heated desire in his voice. She felt her cheeks get warm. “Ahem, sorry to interrupt, sir, but we’re here,” said Taylor. Jerrica peered out the window at the front of the bistro. “This is place looks wonderful!” she exclaimed. Bistro table and chairs lined the sidewalk out front and old timey street lanterns all in row leading up to the door definitely gave it that Paris feel.

He announced smugly. Eliana blinked. She had suspected he was rich but not that rich. He was nearly up to par with her own family. “I don’t mean to pry but what’s your last name again?” Lucian only smiled but didn’t answer. Eliana didn’t push it. They arrived the restaurant in record time. La Bistro was plastered in bold letters at the entrance. There were two security guards stationed on two sides of the door, one read enter and the other read exit.

Just because they'd had that brief exchange at the gas station didn't mean they were friends or anything. Maxwell climbed into the McLaren and started the engine. The familiar roar filled the parking garage. He pulled out onto the street and merged into midday traffic, following the GPS directions to Bistro Laurent. --- Thirty minutes later, Maxwell parked the McLaren outside a charming restaurant tucked between two taller buildings downtown. Bistro Laurent looked exactly as Sophia had described it: low-key despite the elegant French name. The exterior was understated, with large windows showing a cozy interior of white tablecloths and soft lighting.

Charlotte The bistro Mom suggested is one of those trendy places with exposed brick walls, Edison bulbs hanging from the ceiling, and a menu full of words like "artisanal" and "locally sourced." I arrive fifteen minutes early because I hate being late, and also because sitting at home in Rhys's apartment was making me stir-crazy. Every shadow looked like someone watching. Every car that drove by could be Kevin's hired PI. I need to get out of my own head. The hostess seats me at a table near the window where I can see the street. Mom texted that she's running late traffic on the bridge, so I tell the server I'll wait to order.

I am a bit surprised by that act of his; it doesn’t seem like it. The waitress approaches us in no time and with a warm smile she says, "Good day, welcome to Rare Bistro, it’s an honor to have you, Lycan Austin and Queen Bella." She sets two glasses of water on the table and hands us the menus. "Please what would you like to order?" I quickly glance at the menu and my eyes lock on a mouthwatering dish. "I will have the creamy squash and hazelnut fettuccine with sautéed mushrooms," I said.

To me, it just looked like a red-and-black blur. “Is that what you mean?” Atlas asked. “Yeah,” Leo replied with a nod. “Is that a billboard? Outside the back window?” Rowan leaned closer, squinting at the image. “It says… Resorito’s. I think it’s a restaurant billboard.” Leo pointed at him. “Look up the name.” I laced my fingers together anxiously while Rowan searched on his phone. Seconds later, his face lit up with a huge grin. “Resorito’s Restaurant. There’s only one in the entire country, from what I can see.”

he answered. "Why?" "It affords the story a little twist." "Why are you going along with it?" She quizzed. Just then, the waiter approached the table. The waiter was a tall, slender man. "Good evening, fine lady and gentleman. Welcome to Bistro Bliss. My name is Mac, and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Is everything to your liking so far?" He asked with a pleasant smile on his face. Jaxon ogled her from across. "Yes, we are fine. We are just deciding on what to order."

Harmony city on the other hand is not going to make you feel as if you are safe, the danger and corruption is in the air you breathe, the food you eat and the water you drink and it does not take long before you learn that you are in a dangerous place. Mickey pulled the car to a stop in front of a restaurant with a giant dragon sign at the entrance, The Red Dragon Restaurant was boldly engraved beside the sign. On our way in, two angry looking chinese men who were dressed in black suits stopped us at the door. "What business do you have here, Micky? And who is this black twat?"one of the men referred to Micky in a familiar manner. "This is my new boss, Mr. Badur, and we are here to see your

Normally I didn't pay that much attention to what I was eating, because while I was eating or I was talking or studying, but thanks to Jenna I was loving it. He had finished his crepe and was cutting a slice of the endive served in a rich lemon sauce when a couple of men entered the bistro. With at least twice the my age, they were both heavyset, with flushed faces and loud talkers. I imagined that they came from the casino or the bar. "We'd like a good steak," one of them said to my waitress. - Certainly sir. We have Steak Diane and Steak with Green Pepper Sauce. “No, not that crap about girls. Steak of a man, so rare as to be still

he said. I looked at him. "In fourteen months?" I said. "In longer than that," he said. I sat with that. "The dinner tonight," I said. "Where is this place you found?" "East side," he said. I looked at him. "Not that east side," he said. "Further east. Past all of it." He paused. "A woman named Bisi runs it. Twelve tables. She cooks everything herself." "How did you find it?" I said. "Jonas," he said.