He Wants To Order Novels & Stories

He said without looking away from his laptop. "It's fine, take your time." How did we go from a minute to over twenty minutes? Maybe I should order for something to eat, we might be here longer than I envisaged. "I want to order for dinner, what will you like?" I asked curiously as I picked up my phone. It will be selfish to order for myself alone when he is here trying to help me when he should be at his place by now. "Ummm, I will just have crispy spicy fried chicken and fries." He stated as he removed his suit jacket.

"Fine. I'll order you a new suit." "Don't worry," he states, pulling out his phone. "I can do it myself." "I said I'll do it," I insist firmly. "You're in my room. I'll handle it. Just… sit down or something." He hesitates, clearly about to argue, but then he nods, settling into the chair near the window. "Alright. Thank you." I walk over to the nightstand and grab my phone, already scrolling through options for same-day delivery. But then he speaks again, his tone casual. "Do you have an extra towel?"

He asks me. Of course, he recognized me. “Yes, it’s me.” “I was right. What are you going buy?” “Uhm, wait a sec,” I say and I go to the station of chips and yogurts then I go back to him. “Pack them for me, please.” “Sure. Hang on.” He packs them for me. While he is packing my order, I keep wandering my eyes, searching for Khai. Looks like he's not here? “Are you looking for Khai?” Ronny asks me which makes me look at him.

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.

Gosh! "Uhm..." "Order anything you want. The bill is on me," He finally says to her, and she snaps her head to look at him. "But..." "Give her anything she wants. The healthiest meal in here, I mean," He turns to the waiter and says to him politely. "I'll go get your order now, Sir," the waiter bows slightly before he walks away to take their order. "Thank you," She says to him shyly, and he nods his head. 'Is this the right time to question him?

“Can I take your order?” I stared up at him. I wasn’t sure why I did it, but it couldn’t have been because he had an easy smile. He was dressed in a smart T-shirt that properly encircled his arms, showing off bulging muscles and boasting an impressive gym time, and he had on a baseball cap. “Hey, buddy,” he said to snap me out of my fugue. “You making an order? This is rush hour for us.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” I stumbled over my words. “I’ll get a… whatever you’re having.”

Aurora finally asked, "Do you know about the Prophecy of The Order?", he asked as the room grew quite, I could feel my brothers still trying to mind link me but I choose to ignore them, if they cant change there ways towards her we will have problems. Realizing no one was answering he decided to elaborate for us,

I practically radiated availability. Austin was still staring down the street, watching the cab disappear. He sighed, then turned to me, his face already back to the ice wall. “I’m busy, Reinna,” he said flatly. “I have a huge history paper due on Monday.” “Oh. Right. But you’ll need to eat, though, right?” I persisted. “I’ll order something,” he said, pulling out his phone. He walked past me, heading inside. “Don’t wait up.” My heart sank. Not exactly the romantic start I had envisioned, but I told myself he was just nervous. He needed time to adjust to the freedom.

Looking appalled I look at my plate and notice it's not what I ask for looking up I see everyone has exactly what they ordered how did my order get messed up. This isn't what I ordered I say to Zeke as he takes a sip of his wine. Placing the glass back down he takes another bite of his food. Why didn't he bring me what I asked for I glare at Zeke? Because I ordered this for you and I would like you to try it.

“I’m sorry, Sir. We just ran out of size 9 stocks. Would you like to see our size 10?” I saw in the corner of my eye that the guy looked at me, so I looked back at him, too. What are you staring at? This is mine. I got my hands on this first. “No. I need a size 9,” he said in a serious voice. “Sir, if you like, we can place an order for you. You can come back next week-“ “I need it today,” he cut her off. “We’re sorry, Sir,” they all looked scared because of him.