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he asked. “Bingo~” Harriet answered, pointing him with her finger and then she laughed. At the moment, a cater came to ask for their orders. “Good day, ma’am and Sir,” she greeted. “What do you like to eat?” she gave them the menu. Cassius looked at the menu but can’t decide which one to order. There are burgers, fries and fried chicken in the menus but since this is his first time, he’s not sure which one will be the best, and which one he will regret to eat.

“Here’s the menu.” I handed Lance the menu book. He scanned the menu book and after a second, he looked back at me. “There are so many food choices here. Everything looks delicious,” he said, then he closed the menu. “Can you suggest something I can eat? I haven’t eaten lunch yet, so maybe I need a heavy dinner.” I looked at Lance in annoyance for a second. “Everything on the menu is a good choice, sir.” I answered formally to hide my irritation at him.

Hailey said. "Yes," he said, but he wasn't looking at the menu. His gaze was on Hailey as she perused the menu options. She studied it as if for a test, her brow wrinkled, her mouth grim. What was going on behind those eyes of hers? Those eyes that he wanted to get lost in. "What are you having?" she asked. "Probably the steak." "There are four choices for steak. I don't even know what these things are," she said, laughing.

What would you like to order? ''Just a normal cheese burger." Adele said, her tone clipped. I am still scanning over the menu, not knowing what to get, because everything seems so good. "Miss Smith, may I suggest the steak house burger?" Mr Cross point at my menu, brushing his hand against mine. I glance up at him, wondering what game he is trying to play. "Hmm, ok." I nod. "I'll have the same thing." He tells the waitress. "Alright, would you like it in a beer sauce or with pineapple?" She asks.

he added, pointing at the dishes on the menu, his finger tapping lightly against the laminated page. The waitress nodded politely, her smile professional and perfectly measured as she took note of the order, her pen moving quickly across her small notepad. "Of course, sir," she said before turning and walking away with precise steps. When Andrea turned back, his expression was animated, his energy renewed. "Sarah, this foie gras is delicious," he said, leaning forward slightly as if confiding something important. "You have to try it."

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

He was right, though. I open the menu and start reading the options. It's an American restaurant, so they have everything from burgers to pasta to chicken tenders. I honestly have no idea how I'm supposed to choose. My eyes dart around the pages—yes, pages—of the menu when I see movement in front of me. Alex is holding up his menu so that I can only see his eyes, widening them, and motioning over to Jayson.

Darla nodded, and she grabbed one of the several phones we had strewn around and went to put in a call. “I’ll help you.” Cleo got to her feet and followed her new crush. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw them exchange those flirtatious little glances. Who’d have thought a librarian and a socialite would make a good match? “Okay, and this is what I was thinking for the menus.” Jolene pushed a piece of paper toward me, one covered in her chicken-scratch scrawl, and pointed at a particular sentence. “And this one, that’s the meatless option, but I don’t know if we should make it vegan too,” she explained.

I flushed and turned away from him before asking: “Can you please tell me what it says? What are the choices?” There was no humor or teasing in his voice when he answered. He simply read off the menu, explaining all the extravagant choices. Most of it was food I had never tried before, much less even imagined. “What are you going to get?” I asked him. He scrunched his eyebrows and reviewed the menu again as if determined to get the correct answer. “I think I might just get pizza,” he answered. I looked at him, shocked. “Pizza? That wasn’t one of the choices you listed!” I exclaimed, looking at the menu, trying to find the familiar word. Jaxon pointed to a specific piece of the menu on the bo

asked Shane who pointed at the pamphlet that is separated from the menu. "Oh! This is our special menu of the month, it is part of the competition that is currently ongoing within the restaurant. We are inviting all of our guests to participate in voting for the best dish they liked. Two of our trainee cooks here that came from another country were in the middle of a competition, they made two dishes each. One main entrée and one dessert, we have categorized them as menu M and menu E. You have the choice of choosing one entrée in menu M and dessert from menu E. You will be given one vote per item or food, that is why if you order one entrée and one dessert then you will have two votes that y