In Front Of My Salad Novels & Stories

The staff returned, carrying a large tray of our orders. “Alright, here's your Caesar salad, just like you ordered.” She said with a smile as she placed the dish in front of us. The salad looks fresh and appetising with crispy croutons and parmesan cheese sprinkled on top . “Thanks.” Dylan mumbled as he returned a smile at her. We grabbed our forks and began eating, our eyes locked on each other. The attention we got from the other customers made me uneasy once again And then, my thoughts drifted towards that question I've always been wanting to ask Dylan..

Please let him have the wine. Stephen walked in and gave me a half-smile, and I smiled back, or tried to, with my lips barely moving. "I opened the wine and placed it on the tray," I said quickly, hoping my tone didn't reveal how fast my heart beat. He nodded without looking at me, and I said I hoped that was okay. “The only thing left is the salad. He prefers a light lemon dressing, nothing too heavy. I’ll show you how to make it,” I exhaled quietly and moved to the counter as he rattled off the ingredients.

Since it didn’t seem like they were close to being finished, I hoped I could escape before my skin felt like it was on fire and I developed rashes over my body. “It is really good. I never thought to try a salad like this, but I think I will ask the kitchen to make it more often.” Luna Audrey remarked as she munched on a bite of her salad. Leaning forward, I slowly reached for my fork and couldn’t help but look across the table at Axel. He was staring at me with an intensity that made me feel uncomfortable. My throat already felt like it was closing, so I put my fork down and grabbed the glass of water by my plate.

And I swear I nearly choked on my breath. He pulled back, grinning at me. I was even too embarrassed to even look around, especially Sophie. “Can you not,” I whispered, giving him a pleading look. There were literally three pairs of eyes staring at us, not to forget that we were also in public. He shook his head and jolted his chin to the fork. “Eat first.” I chewed my cheeks, my face probably flaming hot red. Swallowing hard, I slowly opened my mouth, taking in as much salad as my mouth could accommodate.

I froze mid-step, my gaze locking with his, his expression was serious, and I could tell this wasn't something I could dodge. “Understood," I replied curtly before continuing to the kitchen. Once there, I surveyed the options: Sandwiches, roasted potatoes, and chicken salad. Opting for the chicken salad, I grabbed a plate, drizzled some dressing over it, and settled onto a stool on the kitchen island. I was halfway through my meal when Andrei walked in, the air seemed to shift immediately. He was dressed casually today, in a grey shirt, and black jeans, and the sight of him almost made me choke on a bite of salad. He paused when he saw me, his expression unreadable.

Yea its just plastic now haha 2:30 PM: Awww you tempted me with her! You twisted my arm, i accept. Mind if i stay the night like Thursday or somethin'? For Chloe of course haha Once he hit send, he took a couple gulps of coffee and looked in through the windows to the kitchens. There he saw as Dillon used his mad knife skills to cut up a ton of salad ingredients. The station he was at appeared to be where they made all the side salads and such. There were carrots, beets, three different lettuce colours, tiny little tomatoes, onion, and radishes all around him. As he thinly sliced each ingredient at light speed, he would add them to a giant wooden bowl. Except for the lettuce. That he cut up

Her eyes lit up with delight, sparkling like those of a six-year-old who had just been given her favorite candy. "But no more!" He shifted the bowl slightly out of Astrid's reach, jokingly emphasizing his warning. Astrid's face broke into a wide, joyful smile as she savored the extra treat. While the main dishes cooked, Phoenix prepared a refreshing salad. He chopped cucumber, cabbage, carrots, sweet corn, and other vegetables, tossing them with a creamy dressing of mayonnaise and lemon juice.

I looked at the salad and then stole a glance at him. As far as I remember, he always had a balanced meal. If there was meat on the menu, which was a little heavy, he usually paired it with salad. My fingers tightened around the stem of my wine goblet as I debated with myself if I should pass him the salad or not. Well, if he wanted the salad, he’d get it. Thinking of passing a bowl of salad had never been more nerve-wrecking. I straightened my spine and slid the bowl of salad within his reach. I nonchalantly brought the goblet to my lips. Subtly aware of his every action.

It felt like the beginning of something special. Cain carefully unpacked the requested chicken salad, revealing a colorful medley of ingredients that immediately tantalized my senses. The fragrant blend of tender chicken, crisp apples, and tart cranberries created an inviting aroma that mingled with the sweetness of a light dressing. I had encountered a similar dish before, but this particular salad was extraordinary—the flavors danced on my palate, each bite a delightful balance of sweet and savory that left me wanting more.

I gasped, the coldness of the wine making me flinch. "Oops," Stella giggled, though her eyes were narrowed into predatory slits. "My hand slipped. You’re just so... distracting. Go clean that up and bring me a Cobb salad. No onions. No croutons. And make sure the dressing is on the side." I gritted my teeth, my hands curling into fists. "Fine." I retreated to the kitchen, changed my shirt in record time, and brought out the salad. I barely set it down before she pushed it back so hard the plate nearly flew off the table.