Book Club Menu 소설 & 이야기

The hostess handed us menus, thick, leather-bound, no prices listed, and disappeared. Clara opened hers immediately, scanning the specials with interest. Adrian leans to my side and says , “what will my lady be having?” voice low and teasing. I reached for the heavy, menu , leather-bound menus in front of us, each one embossed with the single gold word Lumen in the lower right corner. I opened mine slowly, almost reluctantly, fingers brushing the thick cream paper inside. The first page listed cocktails, handcrafted, seasonal, with ingredients I’d never heard pronounced the same way twice: yuzu kosho-infused gin, black truffle vermouth, smoked lapsang souchong bitters. Prices started at $28.

she whispered, her voice barely audible. My heart squeezed. “Wonderful” I said, a smile breaking through, “we're going to make preparations for that.” The tension in the room eased a fraction. A few other hands went up, their courage building up now nobody was shaming them. “I’d like to learn how to crotchet,” said a middle-aged she-wolf who usually worked in the kitchens. “I want to know how to preserve food for winter, properly,” another added. I was nodding, my spirit lifting, when Haley’s voice sliced through the budding hope. “How touching. A book club for the illiterate. What’s next, Luna? Finger painting?”

Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both

I asked for the two beverages to be combined in one glass and Daniel requested the same. We were all soon settled around the table. The outside porch was covered and screened in, so there was no sun and no bugs, which made things perfect to eat out there. The breeze that blew in was nice and cooled the surrounding air. Julia kept the conversation going. She didn't ask about our relationship. I had a feeling she knew it revolved around the club and might not be fit for a young girl to hear. She oohed and aahed about the macaroni and cheese and asked for my recipe. Which I was happy to provide.

I lift a hand to scratch my nose, only to hide my smile. That's so cute. "Am I keeping you from dinner with your mom right now? Because I promise it's cool if you leave, I can bring you with me tomorrow," I say, but Bram starts shaking his head right away, "Seriously." "No, seriously. She has a book club every Wednesday and Friday, so those days I have to eat leftovers because she won't be around. She comes late at night, drunk on wine and gets angry if I ate all the leftovers," he says, giving me an insight into his life that I know most people would pay for. I eat it the fuck up, "So, it's cool if I stay."

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She turned her head toward the kitchen and yelled, "Two mugs, Frank!" I picked up the menu. It was massive. I had navigated billion-dollar mergers and read complex international trade agreements, but this menu was a maze. There were pictures of eggs, pancakes, burgers, and something called a "Monte Cristo." There were sections for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and "Midnight Cravings." "There are too many options," I muttered. My voice sounded rough. Amara let out a small sound. I looked up. She was biting her lip, trying to hide a smile.

He was not even a fan of books so she wondered why he was suddenly interested in reading in. She did not mind his suggestion as she wanted to soak in the beauty and smell of the place for as long as possible. She was going to read in anyway. "We have a variety of books that you can choose from. From comic books to X-rated books. " the girl said pointing in the direction of the books. "We also provide a self care service where you can order any kind of meal and have it delivered on the condition that it is only eaten within the compartment provided for you" the girl explained.

I said, the smile still on my face. She shrugged. “Kind? Pfft.” She waved a dismissive hand, nearly smacking down a bunch of bananas on showcase. “I’m a selfish woman. Good food is my love language.” Leaning in, she lowered her voice. “Between us? My book club’s planning a Bridgerton themed tea. Name your price.” My mouth went dry. “I’ll… erm… can we talk about it over the phone later?”

There are people inside, sipping coffee while reading on their free books. I saw on their menu that they sell different desserts. I went inside and approached the counter. A crew immediately met me. "Good evening, ma'am. Welcome to our Book Lover's Cafe! How may I help you?" She sweetly asked. I smiled at her before telling her what I wanted to order. She left to process my order. And after a few minutes, she came back. "Do you let your customers borrow some of your books here?" I asked, as if I wanted to read now before going to bed.