In Front Of My Salad Novels & Stories

“Tatum.” Jo gently shook me. My skin was tingling from the sun. A light layer of sweat had developed down my back. “Lunch is here.” It was difficult to open my eyes and look at the southwest salads that Maddox was passing out. “Thanks.” I muttered as I took mine and pulled my chair up in a sitting position. Even Steele and Spencer were sitting on Vivian’s chair, eating their sandwiches. “You looked like you were sleeping good.” Steele smiled at me.

I could also tell that he wanted to sit next to me, but Jordan was already beside me. I became silent when Dalton and Amara sat right in front of us, and I only kept looking down on my food all time. I stabbed a piece of lettuce in my mouth and smiled softly when I tasted the peanut dressing that it had. Wait...Peanuts? I was adamant on staying silent while Dalton and Amara were still here, but my resolve weakened when I saw Amara trying to feed Dalton with the salad. My eyes widened in shock, and I leaned over on the table to slap the fork away from her hands.

She said Andi sat on the chair. There was a plate before me and forks and spoons by the side...and two knifes. I hope its not what am thinking.... "Imagine there's turkey salad on that plate....what's the first cutlery you should pick up?" She asked gazing at me. I stared up at Caroline... What do I do?🤢🤢

, I screamed in anger. She looked up at me, and I knew those eyes of hers held pity. But I didn’t need Any pity. I don’t want any pity from anyone. That was even worse. "Stop that”, I said. "I don't want your pity or anyone else's." "I think I am ready for breakfast, “she said. "Excellent choice." I said and chuckled. I had gathered plants yesterday and now I used them to prepare a salad. "Are you allergic to anything?", I asked.

I quickly masked my face changed from soft to cold and glared at them giving them death looks. Everyone quickly busied themselves in their respective works. I looked at Zoya. Her eyes already staring at me. I sat beside her grabbing the fruit salad. I put the fork in fruit and moved my hand towards her mouth, to feed her. She looked at me for a while then opened her mouth. "Is this what you eat for lunch? Only Salad?"

And he walked away from the dining table. I gave a nod and continued eating the salad in front of me. It tasted delicious to my surprise because I don't like eating raw vegetables. But the salad in front of me doesn't give me a raw smell or taste. It was more like half cooked, but still crunchy and it gave a nice aromatic and the way they cooked was really nice.

I hear Elliot clattering around in the kitchen while I re-dress myself. I braid my hair to the side and it falls down across my chest, lightly brushing against my breast. I stretch and wiggle my toes against the carpet beneath them, regaining my balance before exiting the bedroom. Elliot stands at the kitchen counter cutting up lettuce for a salad, a smile plastered on his face. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him and resting my head against his back.

“Keep Susan away from me.” “Done.” I finished a few bites of my salad and sat back. Holding my stomach as I considered what was left of my steak.

"And I left him to deal with it. Right now, I am fairly certain he is cursing my name as we speak." His tone is playful. But I can't help the small flutter in my chest. He came here to see me despite the chaos he left behind. Soon we are sitting together in the shade. I take the lunch sandwich I prepared earlier out of the paper bag I brought. A thick layer of chicken salad, fresh lettuce, cheese and two thick slices of bread are all present. Then Marius eyes it with a faint smirk. "You are going to eat that in front of me?" I give him a look.

I say quietly before shutting the fridge door. I reached the table and placed the bottle on top it and reaching for one of the glass cups that were arranged on the rack. "Sorry ... I was trying to be quiet." He whispered. I look to see he was mixing up a green bowl of pea salad. There was silence as I lifted the glass of water to my mouth and my eyes fell on him. His arms moving slowly as he stirred the salad with a stiffened face. By the time he was done, I was taking the empty bottle to the bin when he groaned.