Cura Te Ipsum Novels & Stories

Ishi recorded the particulars of the client named Aqua with no last name and informed them that he would send her a confirmation text for her order when he received the payment. “The courier will deliver your food within an hour after the food has been collected, so keep your eye on the phone for their text. Thank you for ordering with Super Sushi Savings, have a great day!” Confused about why the sushi chef was thanking her, Aqua replied with “You’re welcome” instead of “Thank you”, as rehearsed with Dawn and ended the call. After the call ended, the mermaid blinked and thought about what she meant to say. The realisation set in too late, and she gasped loudly, looking at the ended call.

The waiter picked up on my indecision. “On vay-cation?” His Italian accent rolled off his tongue”. “That obvious?” I raised my eyes to meet him, and for a minute, I studied his face. Strands of curls from his hair gently fell down his forehead and he had a sharp jawline, I was so sure would easily cut through paper. Now I see the fuss about Italian men. He nodded, “Sí”. “We usually recommend Cornetto and Chamomile for tourists. Our restaurant has the best Cornetto and our Chamomile is your best bet after jet lag”.

You'll take the order and pass it to me, and I'll be the one to pass it to the cook. Ma'am Celeste coded the menu by alphabet letters from A to E so that it was easy for us to take down, but if the customer requested food not included in the menu, you could tell me, and I'd ask Uncle Arthur if he could cook it. "Okay, this is the menu. Try to remember because sometimes customers don't say the code but the whole name of the dish they wanted." I look at the menus: A. Is Tom yum seafood soup with rice B. Is buttered garlic prawn with rice C. Seafood baked rice, D. Grilled Squid with rice and steamed vegetable, E. Is chili crab with rice and steamed vegetables, F. It is fish soup with rice and E

Cassandria POV. I step into my kitchen with my head raised and head towards the kettle to make a coffee. I ignore the heated glare on my back. “Tesoro. We need to talk.” I look at the kitchen cabinet in front of me. “No, I don’t think we do, Matteo.” I say as I go back to making my coffee before I turn with the cup in my hand as I lean against the counter and just watch him. He looks pissed and relieved at the same time.

"After we get the SIM cards, can we come to the dojo to get the access protocols?" "Sure," Rui replied. "I just need to make a phone call to the landlord to get them." After getting their local phone number SIM cards, Zach and Krista went to the dojo to get the wireless protocols and exchange phone numbers with Rui. He also gave them each a dojo jacket to wear. They then stopped at a street food vendor and experienced tacaca, a soup made from jambu fruit, dried shrimps, yellow peppers, and tucupi, a yellow sauce extracted from wild manioc root and seasoned with salt, alfavaca, and chicória, before doing some basic food shopping at a small family grocery near the entrance to the building wher

"One soup three dishes?" The chef nodded, then used his hands to point. "Miso Soup, grilled fish, Tagamo-yaki, also known as omelet, Nimono and Tsukemono, you call them vegetables. Then, last but not the least, a pot of high-grade sencha green tea." "I call this brilliance," Caine said, rubbing his plans together. "What's your name, chef?" I asked. "Chef Toba," he answered with a hand to his chest and a bow.

“Cappuccino, latte, black coffee or espresso?” “Oh…Latte, no sugar, crème with some ice.” Elena smiled and she saw Martinez smirking at her. “Any toppings?” Martinez put his two hands into his jean’s pockets. “Brown sugar powder, if there’s any…” Elena stopped and giggled, “Don’t make me sound like a complaint customer! Gosh…” She covered her mouth with her backhand at the time she giggled. Martinez glanced at her and grinned. “One of the nightmares that often show up in your restaurant?”

I tried looking at it and I think it’s their menu? “What is the quantity of it?” “4 pieces, please. Also, 1 French butter croissant and four-cheese flatbread” and the barista continued encoding our orders to the monitor. Wait, this store has an app? Lou should inform me so I can see there what’s the menu with their photos too? “Any additional orders?” “1 caramel macchiato and Ice café latte” Lou responded. “Same mixtures?” and Lou nodded. When the barista started computing the foods, I bring out my wallet and gave it to him. I saw on the monitor that the price reached a thousand peso or 20 dollars.

Of course, a proper greeting to anyone was never in his agenda. "te gustaría hacer un pedido?" Eric asked... or said... I don't know Spanish. But he probably asked 'Would you like to place an order?' "Sí," he muttered once again. "Pumpkin Cream Cold Brew. Grande. Sin hielo," "Puedo ayudarle en algo más?" I could hear Eric's smile in his words. "Dos galletas de chocolate," Woah... Spanish is sexy... dang... his voice is... deep.... it's almost... wait no! .... Ew! No!

Maricela whispered in Carissa's ear, her relief palpable. "Agreed, let's head to Celeste's cuisine. I'm not in the mood for Western food today," Carissa responded, glancing at the server by the door. When she turned around, Maricela was nowhere to be seen. As Carissa pondered calling out for Maricela, she heard two familiar voices emanating from DBT. "Dominic, how was the Squirrel Mandarin Fish at DBT?," Kathy asked as she and Dominic emerged from DBT's entrance