Grubhub Guy Novels & Stories

We occupy the table for two at the right corner near the glass window to see Echo inside the car waiting for me. He orders the food while I am waiting for him. It’s his treat, of course, because he is the one who asked for a dinner date. King’s food hub is a self-service food hub. You need to go to the order section to order your food and pay for it at the counter. Then in just seconds, they will give you the food that you order. I look at him while he’s in the line waiting for his turn to order food for us. He’s wearing black cargo trousers that match his white t-shirt with the unknown logo on it. Makes him look hot to me. His lips are smiling, but it looks so lonely for me. His eyes open t

She ordered like she was my mother. I slumped back into my chair. “My phone, woman.” The truck guy announced. “Oh…you're still here.” I smiled. “Hell, yeah.” He rolled his eyes. “When your friend comes, tell her to pay for your meal.” He stood up. “What?!” I held his shirt. “I have done my best. “ He shoved my hands off and walked out. “Tsk. Cheap ass.” I smirked. I was halfway through my third pancake when the diner door slammed open.

I asked as soon as Oliver came into view with the delivery guy. Oliver turned around and had pure relief on his face upon seeing me. "Thank fucking hell you're here. I can't deal with this guy!" He threw his hands up and walked away. He might be a whiz in the tech side of this business, but I'll have to remember that he wasn't very good with customer service. "Hey, I'm DrakeHudson, the owner of this place. What seems to be the problem?" The delivery guy threw daggers at Oliver's retreating back before he looked at me and shook my hand.

The waitress asked me if I had a reservation before taking us to a private booth. There, the son of a bitch sat with his wife and daughter. As soon as he saw me, he stood up and said, "Mr. Gravano, oh, and Alessia, honey." He said this with a smirk toward Alessia, and I felt her go stiff when she heard his voice.

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.

He said and continued with his dinner. “Damn, you don’t give up, do you? You’re so damn stubborn!” “Hello Mr. Hobbs. My name is Mr. Channing. I’m the manager of this restaurant. I hope there isn’t any problem? I saw you’ve been with our waitress for quite some time now, so I figured something might have gone wrong, that’s why I came.”

The owner of "The Golden Lotus" was not a delicate flower. He was a mountain of a man, wearing a tight black t-shirt that struggled to contain his pectoral muscles. He had a full beard and looked like he ate nails for breakfast. "Who is trying to eat for free?" he growled, his voice vibrating through the floorboards. Harper shrank back. "We... we are not trying to!" she squeaked. "We just forgot our phones!" "You forgot. He forgot." The owner sneered, flexing his biceps. "Do you think I'm stupid? Who leaves the house without a phone in 2026?"

a guy said, his head bending over a book. "Umm...sooo, Do you guys have Pasta? I mean, I would like to have Pasta and some Salad, one plate." He appeared to be focused on the book. Poor customer service, I noted. "In a paper bag please, I'm taking it home." Seriously, Soph, he doesn't care where you are taking it too! "Eww," he said. "What?"

That should do it. Walking out of the changing room she suddenly ran into a small man with a small red face. She almost knocked him down. He took one look at her and snared, "Well, what are you waiting for? Those pizzas will not deliver themselves!" "Yes, sir!" All around her in the backroom workers in uniforms similar to hers hefted loads of pizza boxes in their arms and carried them to vans outside. She joined them. "Got your keys?" One of the guys making the pizzas asked over his shoulder. His dark hair was cropped short and on his shirt was the name Jake.

I felt that that day, someone would catch us. So when I know I can work with him, I don't tell him anymore. Maybe we were just lucky on the days when we worked together and no one noticed. But what if someone notices? "Yes, I'll hang up. Eat when your food arrives, okay? I just hope we'll meet at the company. I love you," and then he hung up. I shook my head. After a while, the Grab rider also called. I went down to get my order. When I went up, I ate immediately. After lunch time, we had another meeting. We were given tasks. Then we are ready to use.