Grubhub Guy Novels & Stories

Gibran said politely. "Please wait a moment, Mr. Gibran. I'll inform the boss," the waitress responded with a friendly smile. Gibran sat calmly in his seat, waiting for the waitress to return. Not long after, the club's owner came to meet him, accompanied by the waitress. "Serve us some drinks," the club owner instructed his employee. The waitress left, and the club owner turned his attention to Gibran. He extended his hand to shake Gibran's. "What can I do for you, Mr. Gibran?" the club owner inquired.

Nevertheless, she was seriously pissed when she left me because how my families had treated her. Fuck. I silently curse them. All my relatives are a bunch of stupid fuckers. Suddenly I hear two staffs whispering as they walk past me. “…the delivery guy should have arrived a long time ago. Where is he?” “No idea. His trolley was left in the parking lot. No one has seen him. How weird is that? Something occurs to me in a split of second. I snap my head back and grab one of them. The man is startled when he sees me.

Somehow, I'm happy I didn't meet Sally and somehow, I'm not. I texted her telling her that I would be in Bon Appetite in like 2mins, she texted me back saying she wasn't there, that she went to deliver food to this other company that I didn't get the name of. "Thanks" I told the driver- who later told me his name is Larry- as I closed the door of the car. "Here's your lunch sir" said as I dropped the paper bag on his desk. "I told you five mins, I'm not hungry anymore" he told me, not even looking up from his laptop;

His phone started ringing, he picked up. "Hi Mr Anthony, I am the delivery guy and I am in front of the hospital with what you ordered." The delivery guy rushed the words. "I am coming right now." Anthony yelled and hung up Immediately and headed downstairs. He saw the guy peeping in. "Hey, delivery guy, what makes you come here late? I ordered food for an ill person and you arrived late. If anything happens to her then you are finished. Hand over the food to me now." He shouted at him. The delivery guy reached for the food and gave it to him.

“Did you order something?” “If I ordered a rich man with emotional issues, I need you both to smother me with a blanket,” I said. Rhea slid in behind her with a wine bottle. “If that’s dessert, I’m in love with Grubhub Monaco edition.” The doorbell rang again. Shorter this time.

After tomorrow, I will have to move in with Derrik and still haven't told my family about it. “Miss, we are here.” The cab driver drew my attention. “I thought this was supposed to be a forty minute drive. Why so soon?” “Check your time miss. I have been calling for about five minutes now.” That makes it forty-five minutes. “Sorry for the delay sir. ” I said as I paid him and got out of the car. The Grace restaurant was a popular restaurant here in New York City. It's also an expensive restaurant and wealthy people are mostly found here.

" I saw the clerk leave and enter a door. After a few long seconds, another guy appeared. Not a guy, a potbellied old man who looked to be in his 60s. He was dressed like a waiter and had slicked"back gray hair. As he approached the counter and stopped on the other side, I caught a faint whiff of cigarettes and peppermints in the air. " Hi! Are you the one interested in the job? " Her voice was quite hoarse. He seemed to be a very strict gentleman by the way he stared at me, but when I analyzed his face better, he ended up showing a gentle smile.

Unforgettable. "Maybe," he repeated, savoring the word. "I like maybes. I like hope." He stepped back. "I'm a patient man, Blondie. I've waited years for the right thing. I can wait a little longer." He gestured toward the street. "Your Uber is here. Two blocks away, but I saw you order it on the map." I blinked. "How did you—" "I'm a tech guy." He grinned. "It's my job to know things."

"You won't be commenting? Are you kidding me? There are over 600 thousand people watching you!" "Are you feeling guilty? You're too scared to talk about it now, huh?" "Just tell us directly if you can't help her. Why won't you give us a reason?" "What's with the aloof act? You're just a conman, aren't you?" I ignored the comments and invited the man I was helping into my call. I had promised to help the man last week. He was a deliveryman whose pay had been maliciously docked by a food delivery platform. Although he had lodged a complaint against the platform six months ago, he hadn't gotten any results yet.

I started typing but someone got my attention. “Sorry Sir but I already punched the items. Besides, there is a signboard says that this lane is for Mastercard holder only” I heard what the cashier said the reason why I looked at them. “I’m sorry I didn’t read the sign. Can you please void it? I will look for other cashiers” I saw the anger but with respect on the guy’s face. My eyes became shocked as I observed his face. His face is familiar! Hell no! This is Homber, right? The one who added me on Facebook and Gedie’s crush???