Harry's Table Reviews Novels & Stories

He had black eyeliner on and silver glitter on his eyelids, without forgetting pink blush and gloss on his lips. “Your table is ready”, he told Harry, “the same bottle?” Harry nodded and took the stairs that took him to the VIP section, overlooking the lounge and the dancefloor. “Look who’s here!” a guy, wearing a white shirt and expensive watch around his wrist, put his arm around Harry’s shoulders and joined him at the table. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight”. “I don’t go around announcing my arrival, Jake”, Harry rolled his eyes and took a sip of his champagne.

“Honey, do you not like the food I made? You didn’t go out and eat with someone, did you?” Harry’s face turned pale at her question. Margot knew he was hiding something, and she was well aware he had already eaten dinner after smelling his breath earlier when she got close to his face. “Fine. If you don’t like the food, you can leave it there. I just feel bad that you’re not going to eat it. I made it extra special for you tonight,” Margot said, cracking my voice a little and making sure Dad heard it all. “Try it, Harry. You haven’t eaten the whole day after the meeting this morning, have you? I remember Margot’s cooking skills are better than the chefs at our hotels,” Ryan vouched.

I look at him seriously, as the tension grows greater and greater. “Why do you say that, Mark?” Harry asked, somewhat annoyed, since he was acting like a complete idiot. “Well, Miss Jefferson usually eats fried fish and chips from street stalls, don't you think asking her for such a fine dish is a waste?” Abby and Harry's faces turned uncomfortable. “Since she obviously won't be able to value the taste of a real meal.” Abby and Harry are immediately shocked and at the same time annoyed by the comment, but I calmly reply in a good way. It wouldn't ruin my night.

Harry raised his hands in surrender but I'm very sure he's trying to mock Drake. "Let's just get another table Harry. J don't want to be here." I said. He got up and moved to the next table. He whispered something into their ears and came back. "Let's go to the next table Carina." He said and took my hand leading me to the next table. The occupants moved away while we sat there. I saw a hint of anger in Drake's eyes. I guess he's surprised to see me with Harry. You have no idea what's coming to you Drake. I'll make you eat up all those false things you said about me.

Harry has a very masculine face with bushy eyebrows over lined eyes, a high, straight bridge of the nose, thick lips with a split line, and a beard that is under the skin. A brown T-shirt that hugged Harry's muscular frame was on him. He has been doing heavy work since he was young, so his body is very muscular and well-built. His fingers are also larger than average, and his hands are very wide. When Harry stood up, he was as tall as a bear and looked like he was more than six feet. When the majority of the customers had left the restaurant, Terry, Harry, and the other staff cleared the dishes from the table. Bring them all to the kitchen to be washed.

They all had their own thoughts for this meal, and even the delicious dishes on this big table were eclipsed. Occasionally, the crisp sound of chopsticks touching the dishes would be heard. Helen chewed on the food in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on Stacy. It was Stacy's turn to be the one who ate the best at the table. The dishes ordered by Harry were placed in front of Stacy, and Harry didn't eat a few mouthfuls himself, and he was helping her with the dishes. "He's treating her and Elvis like dead people?" He didn't care about the presence of outsiders at all.

Harry replied, distractedly. Ria frowned, noticing that Harry's gaze kept wandering to the table across from them. She followed his line of sight and saw a stunning girl sitting with a handsome man. Ria couldn't help but wonder if Harry was attracted to this girl. Though she was beautiful, she seemed simple compared to Ria, who was dressed in a deep-necked tight shirt and jeans, her makeup perfectly done to turn heads.

I mean Harry". Harry dishes out the food for Samantha and also for himself , he opens the bottle of wine on the table and pours it into the two glasses on the table,he then sits. "Now we can eat", he said as he grabs his cutlery and takes a bite of the meal. "This is very delicious Samantha !" he said. " I really love the way all the spices came out well in this meal. it's really tasty". "Thank you very much sir, I mean Harry . I tried my best in making it nice, so you will be able to enjoy it ", Samantha said. " You did well Samantha ,so what's going on with your Canteen", Harry asked.

And with all the stuffs he's carrying, we followed the leading crew. It was a room with a wooden floor. In the middle is where the wide short-legged table is placed. There are also cushion around the table. "Go chumon o ukotemawarimasu ka?" (Can I take your order please?) The crew with his pen gave us two pieces of the menu. Harry was about to open it when I speak. "Kyo no subete no menyu o oshietekudasai. Soshite besutosera." (Give us all your menu for today. And the best-seller.)The crew look like he hear something insane. His face had its weird expression.

He raked his eyes over my body in a cursory glance "Wait are you on your period again?" I furrowed my brows at him. The question was surprising and simultaneously hilarious. "Hey, Harry" I looked up at the high pitched voice and inhaled when I saw that it was Amanda again. "You know you're at the wrong table" She said to Harry and I scoffed. "I'm at the right table" Harry told her, certainty in his tone. "No, you're at the wrong table" She objected. "You should stay away from her" Harry's eyes darkened. "You can't tell me what to do, Amanda" His tone was slow but dangerous. "Now leave, I'm busy"