He Wants To Order Mga Nobela at Kwento

Customers who are impatient are a real pain in the neck. And he requested strawberry, which is unusual for a guy to like... guess he has a distinct taste. I shook my head and reached for a cone. "Do you want it topped with anything? Any add-ons?" I inquired and realized I had forgotten to ask in a polite manner. "Uhm, Sir," I clarified. He scowled as he shook his head no. "Just the plain one." I nodded my head in agreement and handed him his order. ‌ ‌

I told him. He shook his head, “well you feel like you like it or not, you should have something to eat, I am not going to let you starve yourself.” He said. “I will just order some Takeaway. What do you feel like having?” He asked me. “Just some sandwiches are ok with me.” I answered him.

"Ordering a ride? Come on, my mom will be here soon. Something must've held her up." He pretended as if he didn't hear me. He took a few steps away while he talked on his phone. "Yeah, this is Caesar. That's right. I want a car delivered to me right now. Nothing too fancy. An Audi sounds nice. I'll run the payment right away." I can't believe this guy. He was ordering an Audi when he could just wave down a taxi. Reiner was an impatient man. I understand that too well but buying an Audi?

He sat for about fifteen minutes working on his large pad before he finally ran the little bell to place his order. Act chill Olivia, he has nothing on you. Taking a deep breath my made my way to his table with my notepad in hand. Calm voice!!! He looks hot and stunning but you should not be moved by such!!!! "May I take your order???" I smiled acting professional " One mini fruit tart, one slice sourdough, two plain doughnut and a cup of lemon tea " He ordered chilly without staring at me. Okayyyy... that's quite an attitude. I thought he came to persuade me as usual, if so all this atittude would get you nowhere.

He snapped at me. “Language!” I snapped back at him and he paused to lean against the arm chair and bury his face in his palms. Stephen took in deep breaths before eventually replying me. “If you want one, then you can just place an order.” He said. “I am too lazy.” I mumbled. “I can do it for you.” He replied and on a normal day, I would appreciate his kind gesture but right now, I did not need it. “It takes time too.” I folded my arms and frowned.

I stayed quiet, and turned the other way. “Are you hungry?” he asked with a tilt of his head. My stomach growled, already answering his questions before I could. “I’ll take that as a yes. What do you want to eat?” he chuckled as he walked near the desk. “Chicken McNuggets and fries,” I replied, then added “With apple juice.” “You want to eat Chicken McNuggets and fries?” he asked with a puzzled look. I nodded my head “Yes please.” “Okay, I will order food.” He said picking up the phone on the desk by the TV and calling room service.

He shakes his head, arms folded grinning. "If that person is someone who you thought was never going to leave, but actually does, I think I can speak to the person any fucking way I want?" I snapped. Taking a deep breath I ask, "Now, I'll ask again, what the fuck do you want?" I frown. "I'll have a orange juice with pepperoni pizza medium sized, and some fries," he smiles. "That's not what I meant and you know it!" I yell. "Well, that's what I meant," he grins. I roll my eyes, and after a few, I hand him his order. "Gracias, hermana." He smiles knowing he's getting on my nerves and head to a table.

I look at him apologetically. "I don't mean go out, silly. I want to order in and find something on N*****x." He lets himself fall beside where I'm sitting, jarring me into him. I giggle. "Well, if that's the case, then I'm in." He stares at me for a moment and then pulls out his phone, "What would you like?"

He asks in a calm voice, and I shake my head. "No, I haven't. I was waiting for you," I reply to him, and he nods his head. "I'll call the waiter to take your order," He says to me before he calls out to the waiter, and the young man rushes over to us to take our order. I order my favorite dish since they have it here, and he only orders a glass of juice. "Do you not have an appetite to eat?" I ask once the waiter is gone to get our order, and he shakes his head.

She stood in such a way that she was not entirely backing him now. "You don't know many things." He remarked, pointing forward because it was her turn to order. "You can order first. Are you getting takeout?" She asked while moving to the counter. He followed her, "You? Are you getting takeout?" "No, I eat here." "Ok, then." He gave the sales girl his order of orange juice and a hotdog, then said, "I'll eat here."