Grubhub Guy Novels & Stories

He and I have been texting back and forth ever since our coffee date yesterday. He confirmed that he works at a restaurant as an expeditor, which is something that I have to ask him about. I have no idea what an expeditor is, but love listening to him describe the adrenaline ridden nights in the kitchen at the most sought-after place in Houston. I mean, the only reason that I got the table that I did is because I’m a luna and we hold power, even in the human world.

Jex also smiled, "No, I was just asking." Fiona stomped on his foot under the table, gritting her teeth, "Jex should be busy, let's not keep you for dinner!" Jex groaned in pain and in the CEO's puzzled eyes, he stiffly said he was hungry and the restaurant served food too slowly. Leaving aside this incident, the meal was still good, at least the CEO left satisfied. Fiona's eyes could almost kill, Bella felt her heart skip a beat, and quickly said, "It's great that the CEO is still single, Fiona, you have a chance."

"I grew alone so I had to learn and given the system of my job, well, previous jobs, I had to be careful eating out or ordering." "I totally understand you. The delivery guy could turn out to poison your meal." He nodded. He was obviously enjoying his meal. "Exactly. Or the waitress serving your meal could be someone who holds a certain vendetta or was paid handsomely to." The food was actually nice. "Crazy how this job works." "Yes. So you said you wanted to tell me how your day went. Surprise me." I reminded him. "Oh yes. So there are actually three surprises. Which do you want to hear first? The Alfred guy or the Dr. MacKennan or the faking my death."

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.

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.

He nods hello to the twins who are standing behind me before going ahead to introduce himself. "I'm Rob, and this is Lisa, my mate. We're chefs and owners of Fine Dining. We own food trucks and restaurants all over America..." I nod, eager for him to get on with the reason he's in my shelter. "We're hired to provide food for your shelter for as long as you want us around, Luna, and believe me I hope that will last for as long as I live." He says, grinning from ear to ear at his own joke. "Hired by who?" I ask with surprise

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;

Max said to the brunette guy maybe Zack. Zack just smirked at me. the third guy who was quiet all this time speaks finally "Guys enough!" then he looked at me with sincerity, in his eyes. but what he said next was far more humiliating than the other two guys' words. "Miss!! Do you want me to give you your pay? He can be tipsy sometimes, forgetting to pay. By the way, May I call a cab for you?" He asked gently. the other two. guys cackle up.

" 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.