Bistro 313 Novels & Stories

*** “Miss Steffy, we're here.” Bastian told Stella. The Rodriguez family car has parked perfectly in front of the lobby of the luxury restaurant La Vida. Stella looked at the exquisite building in front of her eyes in awe. “Is this the La Vida restaurant, Bastian?” “That's right, Miss,” Bastian replied, he followed the direction of Stella's eyes. “This place is a La Vida restaurant located in Birmingham Square, as you say.” Stella did not respond to Bastian's remarks. She felt ashamed as well as not confident.

Simone said. “Sureee,” Brittany condescendingly smirked. “Well, have a reservation at Bistro Léon. So we'll have to take our leave now okay, baby?” Chelsea said. “Sure. Y'all should have a great time,” Simone said. And when the three walked out the door Simone rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Those losers. “We have a reservation at Bistro Léon,” Simone mimicked. “And how is that any of my business?” “Were those girls friends of yours?” she asked, her tone carefully neutral.

"Is this the place?" We had pulled up to a small bistro located outside of town, we were closer to the manor now, only about forty minutes away. "Sí." Arriving at the door of the bistro, the waiter looked up and spoke, "Mr. Russo, come with me, I'll get you seated." We were seated in a small booth, it wasn't in complete privacy, but it was fine. I conversed with the waiter in Italian, ordering classic Italian meals for the both of us and a glass of red wine for myself, some lemonade for Talia.

She could feel her mouth water just by looking at all the good food. " So, what do you do for a living?" Hades questions Elliot. " I run a dessert company." Elliot shrugs. " Really!? Wow, candy-boy." Hades scoffs. " Where is it?" Enrique asks, trying to initiate in his brother's life. " Near the Jameston road. It's called 'Ellisa Sweet Bistro'" Elliot mutters, glancing at Sage. " That's so cool. Who is Ellisa?" Shawn asks, as he blows the food cool for Sage.

“Stephen, you don’t mind, do you?” “We are eating at Bountiful, Lisa, like we do every day.” “That is right, Stephen, we do it every day. I could use a change, don’t you think? Now I’m going to uh…” “ Oh, dear, did you forget it already, Lisa? You’re going to Bistro with Ricky.” “ Yes, Bistro. I know you can go get one of your numbers to eat with you, Stephen, just for today.” “If you insist, Lisa dearest.”

I nodded, feeling enthusiastic, “Yes, Dylan, I've been wanting to try it. I've heard great things about the restaurant near the museum. Would you like to try it out?” “Of course. I'll go with whatever you choose.” “You're free to bring other options .” “No, there's no need. Let's go to Bistro Bliss. It'll be great if we try them out.” With that, he accelerated, increasing the speed of the car. I stared at the windshield, watching the blur of buildings and trees as we drove past them. Dylan finally parked at the side of the road. I looked up and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the cozy luxurious restaurant which was adorned with vintage Italian posters.

she said referring to my child. I smiled loving her spirit already " Glad you love it here " " Thanks " Bella and Martha joined us soon after. They both held a plate of Chinese rice with shredded beef. I don't get why these two ladies are eating at an hour like this one. " So what's your decision ?" Bella asked with a mouthful of rice " I don't get how your two can eat more food after having that amount of drink at the club" "Blame that on the rice. It's so delicious"

Justin’s PI was close—Brooklyn sightings, Elise’s digital trail narrowing—but not close enough. Justin joined me, his hand warm on my lower back, his lips brushing my ear, sending a jolt through me. “You’re fucking radiant,” he whispered, his voice low, raw with desire and pride, our Barbados passion flickering in his gaze. “Nexus is soaring, and you’re free now.” His confidence in my resignation warmed me, but Derek’s video gnawed, a fresh wound. “She’s using him to destroy us,” I said, showing him the X post, my voice shaking. His jaw clenched, his tech instincts razor-sharp. “My team’s tracing the video’s IP—Brooklyn, maybe Jersey. We’ll find them—her, Derek, their fucking lies.” His kiss

“I’m not crying about—” “Save it,” she cut in. “And don’t wear anything sad and grey either. You’re too hot for grey.” I huffed but got up anyway. We ended up at a trendy bistro in the middle of the city, the kind of place that was always packed at lunch, all clinking glasses and muted chatter. Our table was ridiculous—so full it looked like we were feeding a small army. A juicy steak swimming in peppercorn sauce sat next to a burger piled high with bacon and cheese. There were crispy chicken tenders and golden fries, spicy rice with shrimp, a sad little salad on the corner, and two glasses of white wine already sweating on the table.

Although Carissa walked ahead, she could distinctly hear the words spoken behind her. Upon hearing Xavier's statement, Carissa couldn't help but find it amusing. "Come here often? Hmph." Downtown Bistro was situated away from the bustling streets. The entire restaurant was nestled within a luxurious garden, and upon stepping outside, they were enveloped by trees and the soft glow of night lights. The tranquil ambiance enticed people to unwind and relax.