Bistro 313 Novels & Stories

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.

The bistro is one block from the hospital. The owner is a former five-star hotel chef who is tired of working under the pressure of a grumpy hotel manager. With a little severance pay, he was determined to open this bistro. His motivation was to ridicule the former manager who had mocked him when he decided to resign.

Sunday. Bistro Cool, Los Angeles, CA. MAX PEERED AROUND AT the restaurant Lumen had suggested. He was glad to see it wasn't like the excessively trendy places he'd stumbled on so far during his stay in LA. He was used to rich people and flashy, but Europeans were different from Americans. It was hard coming back to this faster paced lifestyle. The tension slowly coiling tighter inside of him didn't help either.

Liora’s POV “This place look good to you?” Callum pulled up to the front of the nice restaurant in the fancier part of town. It was a bistro situated smack dab in the middle of the market center, tucked between two other brick buildings. I looked up at the clean white facade, then through the windows. Dim lighting, small tables with pristine tablecloths, candles flickering in tiny jars. Intimate. My heart skipped a beat despite my best efforts to avoid it.

“I'm about a mile from the Essex market. In a bistro that sells processed meat. Wait a moment." Lexie looked around for the name of the bistro she was currently in. She found a sticker stuck to the table's surface that had chipped the edges. Like someone who is bored deliberately scraping the table top to get pleasure from seeing sawdust scattered around the table. “Beauty & Essex. That's the name of the bistro." Lexie frowned because the owner of this bistro named his bistro with a unique name. "Okay. I'll get there asap. I'm taking a day off today just in case you manage to escape from Rafe's house and I have to pick you up as soon as possible."

We sat down on one of the outdoor benches and took in the restaurant. “Well, isn’t this lovely?” Marion says looking around. “It is.” I say. A live band is playing soft music at the left corner of the outdoor space. We listen in silence for a while until a waitress approaches us. “Good afternoon and welcome to Bahamian Bistro.” The waitress says as she hands us menus. “Good morning.” Marion and I say in return. “I’ll be right back to take your order.” She says before giving us a smile and walking over to the next table to attend to other customers.

Customers are able to watch the chef work his magic in the kitchen. “Welcome to Todd Jurich’s Bistro. The best diner in Norfolk, Virginia. How may I be of your assistance this night time?” The owner greets them in a friendly tone and a smile. “We want a table for two” Kalisha said, holding onto N’s arms and smiling at him. He smiles back. “Right this way” The owner tells them, leading them to their table. He pulls the chair to let Kalisha sit down first and he does the same for N.