Humble Bistro Gilbert Novels & Stories

“W-Where are we going?” “Aren’t you hungry? Obviously, we’re getting you some food.” With the light on Gerald’s back as he reached out, he looked like an angel descending from heaven. North was instantly won over, so she got into his car without thinking. As Gerald drove, he took her on a series of confusing turns into an unassuming alley. North was confused. “Where are we eating?” “Southern Bistro,” Gerald replied nonchalantly. North put down her phone and gulped. “The Southern Bistro that only serves one group of customers a day and opens whenever they feel like it? We’re probably too late.”

"Your meat skewers are ready, miss. Enjoy." A woman in her fifties placed a few plates of meat skewers in front of Kisa with a smile. However, she did not dare to look at Gilbert at all. Kisa smiled at her and said, "Thank you." Soon after the woman left, Gilbert snorted in disdain, "Is this edible? Also, what kind of place is this? Not only is it run down, but it also doesn't even have a storefront! How could you eat out at a place like this?"

“Hell, yes.” Charlie’s was a nicer place than its name let on. It was a charming brunch restaurant not too far from where Mason lived. They served spectacular food with sides of fruit and had the best mimosas I’ve ever had in my life. Ginny and I each ordered one before our asses hit our chairs. I shrugged out of my cardigan and didn’t bother looking at the menu. I knew what I was ordering—the same thing I always ordered, a veggie skillet with a side of fruit, hold the toast.

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