Bistro 313 Novels & Stories

Chapter 125 Cynthia's POV It was noon when I arrived at the restaurant Nikolai had chosen — a small French bistro tucked away on a quiet street downtown, the kind of place that catered to people who valued privacy and discretion over being seen. The maître d' recognized my name immediately and led me to a corner table where Nikolai was already waiting. "Cynthia," he said warmly, taking my hand and kissing it briefly. "You look beautiful." "Thank you," I said, settling into the chair he'd pulled out for me. "This place is lovely. Very intimate."

He takes my hand and Sam takes Dante’s hand. We follow Damen and Jason into the beautiful restaurant, which from the sign indicates it is a French bistro. We are led to a back balcony that has a huge family-style table on it, beautiful and fragrant jasmine vines around the balcony, and it is decorated with fairy lights. Damen pulls out my seat then sits next to me.

I guess everyone used the weekend to unwind. I parked my car in front of a bistro. I glanced at the clock, which read 12:00 pm. When I opened the door, I was amazed at how different the interior was from the outside. I was immediately struck by the scent of caramelized onions and sizzling burgers as soon as I entered Fonzie Bistro. I picked a window seat at the farthest corner so I could easily notice when Conan came in. I sent a quick text to Conan to let him know where I was.

“W-Where are we going?” “Aren’t you hungry? Obviously, we’re getting you some food.” With the light on Gerald’s back as he reached out, he looked like an angel descending from heaven. North was instantly won over, so she got into his car without thinking. As Gerald drove, he took her on a series of confusing turns into an unassuming alley. North was confused. “Where are we eating?” “Southern Bistro,” Gerald replied nonchalantly. North put down her phone and gulped. “The Southern Bistro that only serves one group of customers a day and opens whenever they feel like it? We’re probably too late.”

Students milled about between cafes. People walked hand-in-hand under strings of pretty decorative lights strung across the streets. Crestfield felt quite different in the evenings. Less academic. More vibrant. The Bell & Brick Bistro was located in the corner of an old red-brick building that overlooked a little town square. It wasn’t fancy. It certainly wasn’t expensive. It just had personality. Glowing lights could be seen through the large windows, boxes of flowers were located under each window. Beautiful jazz music flowed out of the restaurant’s door each time it opened.

Laura's POV: It was a typical Wednesday evening at Bistro's restaurant when I sat down at the dinner table opposite Reiner. I had been very uncomfortable with tonight's dinner arrangement, but Reiner insisted we eat out. I had messaged him earlier to let him know I'd like us to have a talk. Reiner was as excited as a child about to receive a candy. He made reservations at Bistro's, an Italian restaurant in Sun island and even rode me to the restaurant in his own Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

NO WORDS could begin to depict what Doris was feeling at the moment, seated at one of the tables at Le Bistro Chabots, awaiting anxiously for Brad to walk in. Le Bistro Chabot was a sight to behold, with its high ceilings, ornate chandeliers, and plush velvet upholstery. The dark wood floors and paneling gave the restaurant a timeless elegance, while the large windows overlooking the Parisian streets added a touch of modernity. The tables were adorned with crisp white linens and sparkling crystal, and the waiters bustled about in neat uniforms. The atmosphere was one of sophistication and refinement, with the gentle buzz of conversation and the soft clink of silverware on china adding to the

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

The host’s eyes flick over it, and she nods, wordlessly motioning for me to follow her. The inside of the bistro is dimly lit, with dark hardwood floors and walls decorated with black and white photos of various places in Seattle. I can smell garlic, seared meat, and expensive wine. My guide stops at the last table, set against the wall in a dim corner. It's hidden away enough that most of the other patrons won't be able to see us. Sitting at the table is a man I immediately know to be D. Vale. He looks up as we approach, and our eyes meet, sending a shock through me. I stop walking, staring at him, dumbstruck.

Sometimes Maddie wondered if he was simply oblivious to the ladies' stares or he was aware but just didn't care. "I will have your smoked brisket chili, St. Louis ribs and pineapple coleslaw. Then for drinks, I'll go with a mocktail." Drew closed the menu and looked at her. "Let me guess…something greasy." She grinned. "Hater." "At least we can be sure that this bistro offers fares that are sure to be belly filling." "Knock it off." She chuckled. "Are you trying to embarrass me or something?" Aiden looked at Drew then at her and then back at Drew. "Now I'm curious."