Fredbear's Family Diner 1983 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was going to put on a damn good show so that my family could finally be safe. Thirty minutes later, Terrence stopped in front of a trendy upscale restaurant called Del Frisco Grille. Matt and I had been a few times when we were dating. It was one of my favorite spots in the city. “Ms. Taylor, the bear should be arriving in a few moments. Please don’t open the door or roll down the window while we wait.” I looked around the busy street for Drew but knew that I wouldn’t see him. He wouldn’t show himself so easily. Terrence eventually got out of the car and came around to open the door for me.

"Where every boss ass bitch teenager is going." I raised both brows. Boss ass bitch teenager? "What are you on about?" I giggled. In these couple of hours. I've grown accustomed to Foster's colorful personality. He let's out a loud sigh and threads his arm around mine. He tugs me away. "We're going to the best diner in this town. Lushies. They serve the best burgers and fries. And I'm dying for a diet coke." "Is this diner far?" His node twitched. "Not really. About an eight minute drive the least? Come on, come with me." He playfully nudged me. We stepped out of school.

and turns,my mom pulled into a diner called La Familia. I took off my headphones and looked around. "Let us go get dinner",my mom said picking up her bag after turning off the ignition. I followed suit,picked up my bag and followed her out into the diner. We were welcomed at the door by a good looking guy who I guessed was around the same age as me. "Hi ,I am Micah,welcome to La Familia." He said to us and proceeded to show us to our table. "Thank you" ,we mumbled as we sat down

We walk back out front making our next appointment for a month from now and get our pictures from the doctor. "Wow that was amazing! I can't wait for the next appointment. Are you hungry? Cause I know we skipped breakfast this morning which we really need to stop doing. Anyways where do you want to go my beautiful goddess?" Bear asks me as we leave the lot "Umm I want a couple different things. I'd like a milkshake from Chik Fil A, a burrito bowl from Chipotle and a large curly fry from Arby's" I say while licking my lips at the sound of that wonderful food "alright let's go get you and the baby fed then we can watch movies til we fall asleep" he says with a grin as we pull into the Arby's f

He was quite close to the boss of Eastwood Jewelry, who was Erhard's father, Kaiden Eastwood. Evelyn was organizing the reunion party to show off to her former classmates, so Erhard specifically contacted Cheeze to book the top-floor banquet hall for the day. Regardless of age or seniority, Erhard should be respectful to Cheeze, for he was a dear friend of his father's. "Mister Ferrell?" Erhard had already walked over to Cheeze's side and pointed at Karl with a confused look on his face. "Did you just call him a young master? What family is he from to scare you so much?"

"And his hands were steady." "And now you're vaccinated against lockjaw." "Lockjaw. Tetanus. Unpleasant way to die." "Let's get lunch. I'm starving." "We have leftovers. Chicken." "I want a burger. A greasy, diner burger. With fries." "Fries," Cale said. "Fried potatoes. High fat content." "Delicious content." They went to the local diner, The Salty Dog. It was crowded with locals. They sat in a booth by the window.

His is a silver Subaru with a tiny dent in the bumper. I sit in my car for a second, heat blasting. My phone buzzes. Mom: Did you return the fondue set? Susan will ask. I ignore it, put the car in reverse, and follow Jackson’s Subaru out of the lot. He signals at every turn. Drives exactly the speed limit. It’s annoyingly endearing. Five minutes later we’re parked side by side at Mel’s Diner. The neon sign flickers like it’s on life support. Half the letters are burned out. It reads “M L 'S IN R.”

When she pulled back, she said softly. “That’s how you make me feel.” “Like I can finally see.” _______ The diner was lit with neon lights, high back red vinyl booths and theme straight from the eighties. It smelled like ice cream and thick ham sandwiches and it was homely. The Abbott's and Monet sat in one of the booths, Meredith tucked snuggly under Monet's arm and Carter perched in a high chair—bbq sauce smeared on his face from the short ribs he'd ate.

"Their burgers are Magnifique." "Oh my god, I love it when you speak another language. It's turning me on," he groaned as he shifted a bit in his seat. I smiled. "Eyes on the road, and maybe I could do something about that itch." "Yes, ma'am," he said. I laughed. The drive wasn't long, but we held hands most of the ride until we arrived at Big Jack's Diner. It was owned by Jordan's dad, who worked after his dad and so on until they hit the first generation who started the business.

Meanwhile, Phoebe couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she observed the exchange. Fenna bit her lip, her expression darkening as she crossed her arms and gazed out the window. After three hours of driving, the car finally pulled into a rest area. Mila stepped into the shop, her gaze wandering over the sign displaying various food items. Lost in thought about what to eat, she was interrupted by Fenna's gentle voice. "Nate, I'd love to have the beef noodle soup, but the portion is too much for me. I've been on a diet lately. Wanna split?"