Country Song About Sweet Tea の小説・ストーリー

I took refuge in the music in my headphones, turning up the volume to drown it out. One of my mom's lesser losers gave me an iPod loaded with tons of country music. Living in Kentucky, that's all we listened to anyway , but he had the classics too. Loretta Lynn, Old Reba, the Black Man, I absorbed their words and eventually started writing my own.

I turned around grabbing the menu and walked towards new customers . "Hey baby , we'll have the Bud light " I nodded . I hated people calling me baby , " I wanna see ! " I stopped on my tracks as I see a drunk guy stumble right in front of me . " Ohh , You the new girl ? Dean's girl ?" I look at Charlie who was walking towards us .

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We arranged the files accordingly as we ate the snacks she bought, after a while, she gave me a can of opened soda, she said, "Try this one, it's strawberry soda." So I took a sip and I tasted the sweetness of strawberry and the bubbly feeling from it, I remarked, "It taste good!" "It's my favorite." "Then why'd you give it me?" Kristina wipes her mouth gently and replied, "I already drank from it before I gave it to you." I almost choke on the soda and I was coughing, I clarified, "What? What did you just say?" "I... already drank from it before I gave it to you?"

Estelle’s father was the first to break the hug, as he took a good look at his daughter who has become a fine middle-aged woman without the interval of time adding any nasty effect to her beauty. “Mon Cheri, you look stunning." Mr. Montana said. Estelle was speechless. She didn’t remember the last time her father called her by this affectionate name. She so much longed for it in the past but unfortunately, it no longer carried the wonderful calming effect it used to. It rather sounded strange in her ears. However, she couldn’t miss the tear that escaped the corner of her eyes. She missed them so much. “You came to me? I missed you so much,” she said amidst tears. She wasn’t the only emotiona

I say lightly as I take a sip from my teacup as the taste melts and settles in my throat before dropping it. “I know you Americans like your coffee but this tea is called a calming tea, it’s soothes the mind you should try it”I murmur as I tilt my head waiting for him to take a sip from his cup. He watches me silently, as I see not just confusion but disbelief on his expression as he stares back at me before picking the cup and taking a healthy sip. “Don’t worry it’s not poisoned! I wouldn’t do that to you”I say with a bite as he smiles almost smirking as if he’s been waiting for me to say something snarky.

I tell them as I pop a strawberry in my mouth. They nod as Carmen sets a big platter of french toast with sausage and bacon in the middle of the table followed by a big jug of sweet tea and orange juice. "GUYS GET YOUR LAZY BEHINDS IN THIS KITCHEN FOR WE EAT ALL YOUR FOOD. WE GOT PREGNANT PEOPLE IN HERE FIRST COME FIRST SERVE!" Rachel yells through the house

"Don't worry, your mom and I already talked it over. We want you out there while you're young. See the world, take your shot." My nose stung and my eyes went red. That night, I talked with my parents for a long, long time. It was deep into the night before I went back to my room. Having family close. It felt so good. That was when I noticed dozens of missed calls on my phone. I frowned, and just as I was thinking about turning it off, a text came in. "Hi, is this Ms. Sheppard? Are you a friend of Mr. Carlisle's? He's had too much to drink at our bar and won't leave. He keeps repeating the name Nora Sheppard, so we found you in his contacts."

Her voice was soft, but her eyes were full of disgust. I tilted my head and gave her a bright smile. Then, I knocked on the table and called out, "Waiter, bring me a bottle of Rémy Martin!" Albert glared at me immediately and questioned, "Can you even handle something that strong?" "I'll take it home for my dad to try if I can't finish it." I grinned widely. His hands clenched into a fist, but with so many people watching, he could only force a fake smile. "As long as it doesn't go to waste."

A guy a little older than us comes up to the table with a pad of paper in his hand and says, “Hey guys. What can I get ya to drink?” “I'll take a dr. pepper with easy ice.” I respond as I pick up the menu on the table. I come here so often that I have the menu memorized, but still, I look at the menu each time, just to see if maybe Tom and Nancy added anything new to the menu. “I will take a sweet tea, please. With extra ice.” Zach says and the guy nods and walks away. “Sweet tea, huh? I figured you would get a coca-cola.” I comment and he shrugs.