Harry's Table Reviews Novels & Stories

“We’ll share.” Emma watched them, her heart light. No phones on the table. No glances at the clock. Just the clink of cutlery, quiet laughter, and a shared presence that felt whole. Across the room, Harry stood near the bar, his back half-turned toward the window. He was waiting for a friend—nothing more than a brief meeting, a quick coffee. When a server passed through his line of sight, Harry turned—and froze. James. Emma. And a small boy laughing as he twirled his spoon.

We enter the restaurant and a waiter guided us to our table that happen to be next to Asher’s with his date who looks pretty and irritatingly has big boobs and it’s showing because of her revealing clothes. Asher’s eyes caught mine when Harry help me take my seat. I bit my lips and look away but Harry notice our looks. “Asher! What a coincident. I’m with my date too.” Harry looks at me and while my eyes widen. “I’m sure you know her. She’s your friend after all.”

******* In one of the biggest restaurants in California, Zara and Harry were seen at a corner, with variety of food on their table. The restaurant was empty, not because there wasn’t no customer, but because Harry had booked the whole place. A normal citizen would have had to make reservations days to or a day before, but Harry? He could do anything he wanted to. There was nothing money couldn’t do. Zara ate quietly, picking from each meals on the table. She had forgotten the last time she ate with this many food present. Felix never took her out for once ever since they got married, and homemade food couldn’t compare to this.

By the time Samuel gave me a call after realizing that both mother and son were gone, I was already seated in a cafe opposite Patrick's office. I was sitting in the exact same spot by the window where I had sat when I had met Lucille months ago. It gave me a clear view of the office's entrance. Shania sat across from me and took a sip of her coffee. Then, something caught her eye, making her nearly spit her coffee out. She pulled me closer to the window to take a better look outside. "Your timing is impeccable! Lucille's here!" I turned and saw Lucille looking up at the building with the baby in her arms.

"Good evening, Daisy. Can we get a bottle of white wine and two plates of spaghetti with chicken?" Harry said. "Alright, sir." The waitress nodded and left. Harry shifted his attention to her. "Are you sure you're fine?" "Do I look unwell to you?" Purple snapped. "You look more than unwell," She opened her mouth to give a reply, but at that moment, Daisy returned with their order. "Here's a tip for you," Harry smiled.

Though Jacob sir wasn't allowed in the table, I gave him a set up in my room, since it would be so much better to have food in the shade than the scorching heat. "What's so funny?' Thunder wrecked the table as Aiden's voice demanded entry. "Is that to me?" He looked at the table, spoons clacking at the rice, and curry. "Yes, is there someone else here?' "Yes, Harry is present" He shook his head, shrinking into nothingness. "Harry? Where's the respect?", he asked, as if calling him "sir' and 'master' wasn't enough. "Harry never told me he needed such formalilites, unlike you, Master"

“Thank you. I went out to the courtyard as she told me and walked to the courtyard to bring it. When I got there I could see it. It was a very big place, it had glass windows where you could see inside with the tables and everything. I went inside, asked what there was to eat and took some of it. With my tray I sat down at a corner table and got ready to eat. In the distance I could see the guy from a moment ago, the one named Harry, coming out of the university. There was a very fancy car parked there. Harry walked around it and got into the front seat. He was followed by girls who wouldn't leave him alone for a moment. Apparently he had already finished his lecture with the third”year stud

Maybe I imagined I, but I thought his eyes rested on more longer than everyone else. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.” That deep, raspy voice sent me to another world. By the time I wanted to reply to the greeting, the chorus response had reached its end. “You there,” he said, looking directly at me. “Are you too good for my greeting?” “No, no, no, I’m so sorr…” “Stop babbling, now let’s get to the serious stuff.” Harry touched my hand under the table. I glanced at him and saw that he was hiding laughter. I was mortified.

“Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!” I lifted the final die, and there it was—a six. I won. Taylor stared at the six perfect sixes lying on the table like she could burn holes through the wood. The smug smile she’d been wearing all night vanished completely. “Whatever. It was a total fluke! You just got lucky this time!” I smiled lightly. “I usually do have decent luck.” “You won! Transfer the money! Quickly!” Mom’s mood flipped instantly. She pushed forward, yelling at my aunt and Taylor.

As soon as Harry heard it, he kissed him on the face. The sound was so clear, that Grainne was speechless. Carwyn Levi carried Harry into a western restaurant. Grainne immediately ran after him. Entering the restaurant, Carwyn Levi ordered Harry a super large ice cream. How big is it? So much so that Grainne and Harry used a spoon to eat together for an hour! Looking at the delicious dishes that were ordered afterward, Grainne regretted that she had eaten too much ice cream just now, and now she couldn't eat these delicious dishes any more.