Bistro 313 Novels & Stories

-New City Districts- Mira, 27, Local Café Owner (Maple Row District): "We’ve already seen bookings go up. We’ve had groups from the Dust Baronies and the Crystal Lake Dukedom place pre-orders for catering. Honestly, it’s an amazing time. Not just for business, but for the city’s spirit. We get to show the world what we’ve built here." Rento, 33, Artisan and Jewelry Seller (Crafts Promenade):

She continues as she rings on the table bell and a man in a chef’s uniform approaches her. “ Evening to you all. I am Andre Louis, the head chef and owner of Bistro Le Cep. I will be at your service this evening, to ensure your evening goes smoothly.” The man says with a thick french accent. Of course they were going to be taken care of by the owner. The richest people in the country were in his building. What owner wouldn’t prioritize them for the evening. “ Now, what are we starting with.” He continues with a friendly smile. “ Okay, so for starters we’ll be having the Boeuf Bourguignon, some lyonnaise salad and of course Bouillabaisse, just incase our lovely fiancée loves sea food.” Lucia

"Great. Let's meet at our rendezvous point." * * * * Their rendezvous point was a family bistro downtown owned by two old couple who made the best Bouillabaisse. Money seemed not to be a problem with the couple, probably why they didn't care much about the underpopulation of their bistro. Well, that lack of population was the reason they'd preferred there as their meeting place—that is, apart from the mouthwatering dishes.

He laughed, “Well then, if really want to thank me, maybe you’ll buy me dinner instead. As thanks for keeping your hands clean of royal bloodshed.” I blinked. I was a bit surprised by his request. “You want a thank-you meal?” I asked. He shrugged. “Just one. No ulterior motives. I’m starving and you seem like you know the good places.” I bit back a grin. “Fine. But I’m picking the restaurant.” “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” * The little bistro near the eastern wall was my favorite. It had a quiet terrace that had fairy lights on top. By the time we sat down, the sun had set.

She tried the main reception desk. "I'm sorry, I don't have that information," the receptionist said politely. Andrea hung up and pressed her hands flat against her desk, taking a slow breath. “Ugh…he could've at least given me a hint, her voice sounded drained “...and why isn't Lindsay picking up already.” She spent the next thirty minutes calling nearby restaurants, asking if they had a regular order for Henry Moore or Crestview Holdings but all of the restaurants replied with the negative. Finally, a high-end bistro called Marcello's confirmed they had a standing order for him.