He Wants To Order Novels & Stories

I reply scanning through the menu. “What are you getting?” I ask him. “fajita” He replies. “Ok. I think I will get a club sandwich and sweet potato fries” I tell him. “Ok” He takes the menu from me and picks the phone up to place the order. While he was on the call I undress and fill the bathtub up to have a little relaxing time before eating. “Without me,” Andre says walking in. “Join me” I invite him

he said. “Yes, me too. Can we get pizza and mozzarella sticks?” I batted my lashes at him as I asked. “Sure thing. Do you want to order?” he asked. I nodded, and he headed off to the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and ordered food online. I couldn’t be bothered talking on the phone. “Food is ordered,” I said as he came back through, “It will be here in half an hour,” He smiled and climbed back into bed with me.

"Kalex, I'm hungry." "You're hungry? You haven't eaten yet?" "Eat, just hungry again." I was embarrassed to say. He laughed softly. "Okay, what do you want? I'll just order." "Uhm ... Ice cream sundae and burger, that's it." "Okay, just please wait for a minute." "Thank you!" I said happily then cut the line.

what do you want to eat, I'll order. "i'm not hungry," "after all those tears? you're joking." he said and proceeded to order the food.

But there's one thing we don't have, and that's candies. "Yes, I am craving candies. Can you get me a pack in vanilla flavor, please?” He stared at my tummy for a while, then sighed deeply. "I will just order it for you.” Not again. That's what he always does. Jeff never steps out of the house to get anything, he is always ordering. Now I hate the person who invented ordering things from home. “No, do not order for me. The store is just 5 minutes down the street. I can go by myself if you don't want to."

" I feel much better now." " You hungry?" " Yeah." " What do you want to eat?" He asked and I shuddered, my brows furrowed in thought. " I don't know... Anything will be fine." " There's nothing in the fridge so we'll have to order." He announced. " Fine by me." I muttered. He pulled away then. " I'll be back, let me go get my phone." " I'll go freshen up." " Yeah... You do that. " He said before picking up his phone and placing an order. I watched him as he did that. Once through, he glanced at me.

He told me. “Really? What do you want? You should the one who will decide because you will eat it.” “Just copy what you’re going to order.” He commanded. “Jeez. Don’t be a shy type now” I exclaimed. “What you’re going to order?” Gio questioned. “A chicken with fries and spaghetti” “Okay. Make my chicken spicy and can you also add ice cream for me?” “What ice cream?” “The one in the cone?” he answered. “You sure? It might get melt? You don’t want mcflurry?”

He look up at him. "We can. If you want. Wanna see my room?" "Sure.." He said while dialling in his phone. "What food should we order?" "Enn.. I want rice and you..?" "Huh?" Owen blinked more than twice. He didn't mishear it right? "I said, I want rice, and how about you?" Oh!! He misheard it. He needs to clean his ear again even he already clean it this morning. "We can order some rice and some soup too. I also want tempura and fried chicken."

"What are you going to want? He sits down and grabs a simple, laminated press-sheet menu with pictures of burgers and hot dogs on the edges. "I want something greasy with a lot of sauce of unknown origin. I hope tomorrow will bring me regret and ten extra pounds. I have not eaten anything similar to this for over a year, not a hot dog in Queens. "We want two chimis with extra meat and two services of supreme potatoes. You bring me two small beers without a glass and a service of cough Tons with sausage to go biting before the chimis. Lhe makes the request to the young man of about eighteen, ungainly and skinny, with hair tied in a ponytail and a green scarf on his head. After confirming the

He placed the coffee on the stool beside the couch he sat on. He is a lover of hot coffee, and he knows that if he doesn’t take it right away, it would grow cold, and he might have to abandon it, but there are more pressing issues than worrying about a cold coffee. She turned again to him, and Ethan said, “May I know how soon the miss will be down?” If there was anything Ethan wanted desperately now, it was to get this over and done with. Aside the fact that he has some other obligations, he did not want Logan to meet him here after his nap.