Kindred Table Restaurant Novels & Stories

Mama Parker was seated as well, dipping fried chicken inside her sauce while Mama Brown served the dishes alongside two more youngsters in black and white uniform. The table contained several dishes; appetizers, desserts and main meal. "Mmmm…this is really good!" I complimented, savoring the tasty sauce. "Here, taste this," Mama Parker added grilled beef on my plate. "Thank you," I smiled, chewing calmly. "By the way, when are they coming?" I asked Florida, doubting we were the ones to eat everything on the large table. "Who??" Florida asked, her mind totally blank. "The guards. We aren't eating all these alone are we?"

Tricia added. "Young girl, I don't know who you are, but I think you are at the wrong table and wrong event. I'm the manager of the Zacklid group, and this table is reserved for Mr. Vincent and Kelly, his fiancée. Leave here, or you will be kicked out." The manager’s patience had finally run out. He gestured to two large security guards who were now standing just behind him.

Kieran adjusted his collar as he stood outside the restaurant. He was mildly surprised when Lucas had told him where they’d be dining. It was an upscale place, the kind where reservations were booked weeks, if not months, in advance. Kieran knew this well—his dad owned a chain of hotels and restaurants worldwide, and this building was one of them. Stepping inside, he was greeted by the attendant, whose face lit up with recognition. She didn’t know exactly who Kieran was, just that he was a VIP.

Once she'd heard from everyone she paused dramatically, enjoying their anticipation. "The number Kyle told me was 77 so Kimberly's guess of 75 was closest!" Dita cheered. The petite redhead squealed with joy and jumped to give Dita a hug. The rest clapped as Kimberly turned and got a hug from Kyle. Jules stepped forward to address the group. "This is your last stay and dinner at their three star Michelin restaurant is included. Wine is not but they have an exquisite selection to pair up with the meals so please indulge." They grinned at the man as it felt like they'd been indulging all week.

"Let's go have dinner!" I expect Rinah to escort us to an enclosed restaurant but shock on me, the table is out in the open. It's even set already and I drool at the traditional African foods set on the table. There are two bottles of red wine yet to be popped. The pilot and hostess are already at the table. I really could get used to this. Trent pulls the wooden chair so I can sit. Rinah is still standing, grinning at all of us. "Karibuni Kenya!" says Rinah as Trent settles on the seat.

It didn’t take long for Josh to respond. -And good morning to you too. What does she like? -Stuff that I’m going to have take a loan out for. -Ahh. Fancy then. I can get you a table at Nourriture if you like. It’s French fine-dining. Miranda was a little perplexed. How was he going to get a table? -Sounds right up her street, but what connections have you got to get us a table?! -One of my mates works there. What time do you want? -7? -Yeah no problem. Consider it done. This boy really was full of surprises.