Boulder Blackjack Pizza Novels & Stories

But Dolly’s sudden question had apparently taken Atlas off guard; he only stared at the woman instead of responding to it. Well, the awkward silence wasn’t going to resolve itself, was it? “It’s called the Burger Windup,” Jia repeated. “Lamb burgers, steak burgers, chicken burgers - all sorts of gourmet options. I’ve never heard of anyone who’s disliked this place.” She chanced a quick glance at Atlas, who was, as expected, sending her a withering glare. Clearly, he was not convinced.

Too polished to be an intern, too efficient to be a free man. “Yes, sir?” “Order pizza.” I turned on him instantly. “No.” “Two large,” Zach said, not looking at me at all. “One pepperoni. One cheese.” “I said no. They eat at home.” “And apple juice,” he went on. Issa stopped running. “I want the cheese one with basil. Not sad leaves. Good leaves.” Miles, wearing the kind of professional expression that probably had to be sworn into service every morning, nodded. “Noted.”

My brooding thoughts shut my senses, not realizing they were already moving. “Nothing.” I dashed to catch up with them. Even so, I didn’t have the guts to ask. “Li?” Wilt called. “I think we’re almost there.” We were heading for the restaurant that Li found on the internet when he got used to his cell phone. He said that their vegetarian-styled pizza was a certified gold-class gourmet in the city.

What if a thief had gotten in? "Thanks for the note." "Anytime Audri." He waved it off and dropped my novel on the bed. "So who's got the shift at the pizzeria?" I asked while taking off my jacket. "Blake." He simply said. "I should have known." I rolled my eyes. "You know, he makes good pizza. No surprise there, his mother is an Italian chef." He randomly said. "That explains the spectacular Italian taste." I remarked. "Quit it, you wouldn't have known of I hadn't said it." He scrunched his nose and I tried so hard to stifle a laugh.

I could already catch a whiff of pizza from outside. It smelled incredible. “Amazing, right?” He whispered in my ear out of the blue, and his warm breath caressed my ear. I swung my head so fast our lips almost touched for a second, sending chills through my entire body. I swallowed, getting a grip on myself as my body trembled. His face was flushed, and I imagine mine must be the same. Miguel turned away, looking at the pizza place, “La Notizia is one of the most famous pizza places in the city—”

Alex lowered her to the ground and she made a beeline for Mack who lifted her the same way Alex had before hugging her and handing her off to Booker who swung her up in the air. “Yo, Flea,” Alex called. A young man who looked about twelve, but must have been at least eighteen, came jogging up to us. “Yeah, boss.” “I need you to get pizzas. Two cheese, large combo, pepperoni.” “No problem.” I reached out my hand and smiled. “I’m Payton.” He shook it, his grin wide. “Flea.” “Nice to meet you.” He gave me a chin lift and went off to find food.

he says nonchalantly and that makes me look at him in disbelief. 'Too bad?' I shake my head and decide between Pizza with extra cheese or fries and chicken nuggets. After a while, Beryl comes back and takes our orders. I decide to go with the Pizza instead since the advert recommends it so much. “I'll get the same as her and please add a Vanilla milkshake for me.” he finishes, still with that smile on his face. I also request her to bring a packet of Mango juice for me because it has been long since I had some.

Grandma took me around to introduce me and make acquaintance while Cassidy typed in her tab, making a list of my newly made acquaintances. My lips hurt from forcing smiles, my knees hurt from the heels, my back hurt from being too straight and my shoulders hurt from being too high. I was getting ready to call it a night when Grandma dragged me to another man in a gray suit. His black shoe was polished so clean I could see my reflection in them. "Ivory, this is Monsieur Florent Dubois. He owns and runs Finesse Restaurant," Grandma introduced. He smiled graciously and raised my knuckles to his lips, "Miss Ivory Stone, a pleasure to meet you."

When I decided on it, I offered him the menu but he shook his head. “I already know what I want.” “What are you getting?” I asked. “I’m getting the Gorgonzola Burger.” “What’s that?” “It’s deliciousness. There’s smokey bacon, caramelized onion, and Gorgonzola aioli in a ciabatta bun. You get fries too.” It sounded amazing. When the waitress came to get our order, I chose the cheese pizza and the jerk chicken plate. Shane would have to help me eat it. We didn’t have to wait long, the food was out in a few minutes.

“Was expecting a little more fight there.” “Sorry?” Trent says, the jacket bunched in his hands. “No need to apologize.” Big Jim smirks at Carrie. “Trent, you’re going to go downstairs. Have yourself a pizza. I recommend the new one we’re serving, with the fried calamari and the extra cheese. What do we call that?” “The Gut Bomb,” Carrie says.