Novel & Cerita Boulder Blackjack Pizza

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.”

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.

"Your pizza has arrived." ***

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."

We pulled into a pizzeria about 10 minutes away and I raised a brow at Bryan. “They have good reviews and it’s a place where we can get two large pizzas and no one is gonna look at us weird. I’m hungry. I might even get a damn salad.” Bryan unbuckled his seat bet and hopped out. I followed suit and sighed, not hungry in the slightest. Bryan really was such a child sometimes. -

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.

Lewis smiled at her, his lip ring and snake bites catching her attention. “Ulric Industries pays well, and you can’t beat the pizza joint under the complex.” Vanessa read one of the boxes. “Full Moon Pizza?” The irony of the name was not lost on her. Lewis’s eyes lit up. “Best pizza in Georgia. Not to mention their wings, cheese sticks—” “While we are all fascinated by your choice of food,” Lance interrupted, an annoyed look on his face, “we have more pressing issues at hand.”

Gio Gio could've gone for a simple cheeseburger at the ski lodge, but Bianca insisted the food there was overpriced and not worth it. She said there was some place he had to try while he was up here and they may as well try it today. They now sat at BJ's, a dive off the main strip, but Bianca swore they not only had the best cheeseburgers in Big Bear but also the best homemade chili. They also ordered two mugs of beer.