Kindred Table Restaurant Novels & Stories

she asked, looking straight at me and then she drifted her gaze to Alex who looked utterly confused. “Yes, I do have a reservation to rent a family table, Miss” Selena.” I replied confidently, reaching for my phone. I quickly opened the Shelly Seafood Restaurant’s website. There I logged in and accessed the required information and showed her the proof of my reservation. Miss Selena studied it for a while before she nodded with satisfaction and gestured for us to follow her.

Is this kindness or a transaction waiting for its price to be paid? We arrived at a place called The Mansion Tower. It wasn't just a restaurant; it was a temple of excess, perched high above the city with views that stretched to the horizon. The maître d' knew Croft by name and led us to the best table in the house, a secluded spot by the floor-to-ceiling windows with a breathtaking panorama of the glittering Dallas skyline.

I looked around, and just by its appearance and ambiance, I could already tell it was expensive. “This restaurant is so beautiful, daddy,” Kaiden said when Liam carried him. I quietly followed them. “Do you have a reservation, sir?” the staff greeted him. “Yes, Liam Castillo,” Liam answered. “This way, sir please,” the staff guided us to our table. We were seated beside a glass window, and outside we could see a pond full of colorful beautiful fish. “Look mommy, there are so many fish,” Kaiden happily said while looking out the window.

"We have, actually. The booking should be under the name Zane Jackson." A knowing look flashes over her face like she knows exactly who Zane is. She even seems starstruck. "Right this way, Sir." Zane and I follow her to our table. But as I look around the restaurant, insecurities wash over me.

The restaurant was small. Not in the way Claire's recommendation had been small, deliberately quiet and expensively curated. This was small the way places were small when they had been there for a long time and had stopped needing to try. Eight tables, the same family for thirty years, a menu written on a board in handwriting that had not changed in decades. The host knew Dee. Not as Mr. Ashford. As Darian. The way you knew someone who had been coming since before he had a title in front of his name.

The air smelt of fryer oil, pure soda syrup, and sticky sweat. They took a booth near the back, a little cracked and sticky, but far enough from the noise. The red leather cushions wheezed as they dropped onto the seats and budged into place. Kieran sat on the inside, arms crossed, scanning the laminated menu like it held wisdom. Brock, who was near the window, leaned against the cold window, eyes glazed. Tanaka was already listing his combo out loud to no one in particular: “Burger, double patty, spicy fries, banana milkshake and no cherry." If they put a cherry on it, I swear –"

All their tantrums a while ago faded. "Good evening, Sir, Ma'am. This way please." One of the staff usher them on one of the table inside the garden. "There's a restaurant here?" Yara asked curiously. "Yeah and they serve great food." Kenzo said. That's the only time when Yara remembered that she didn't eat. Her stomach growled and because the place was really quiet, Kenzo heard it and smiled. "Didn't you eat?" Kenzo asked and Yara shaked her head for a NO answer. Kenzo furrowed his forehead. "But there's a lot of food a while ago." Kenzo said and remembering the delivery that Ryker did made him annoyed again. "I loss my appetite besides, Kylo and Buster almost finished them all." Yara said

I was looking around to find our family name on the designated table for us. "You guys must be seated with us." I turned my back to Xairo who was giving the gift he was holding to the helper who was in charge of putting some of the gifts in the left corner of this restaurant where all of the gigantic gifts were placed. I saw our names written on chairs, signifying that it was a reserved table for us. I wonder why our family needed to share with them when I knew that Mr. Gil had a lot of friends in the industry other than my Dad. As we headed into the largest table that was placed in the front and canter, a grandmother who was probably three to four years older than Grandma flashed a big smil

Kianna Since we completely ran out of time to cook dinner, Ares and I decided to eat out. The restaurant we found was glowing with vibrant green and red neon lights that caught my eye from the street. The moment we stepped through the doors, a beautifully dressed hostess greeted us with a warm, genuine smile and led us straight to our reserved table. A rich, mouthwatering aroma drifted from the kitchen, making my stomach rumble instantly. The place was packed and bursting with energy, the servers darting between tables to keep up with the rush. It looked like a massive challenge to keep everyone happy, but the staff handled it gracefully.

Mommy and I were the only ones talking while Kenzo and I were eating in silence. "It's great Daddy, we now have a restaurant with Jiro and Kent. It's called 'the K' resto mostly foods from Paris are on the menu and it's been doing great for the past two years, we're also planning to bring 'the I'm here soon." Aria told Daddy one story after another, Daddy kept nodding his head and didn't stop in praise of the three. It's like he's happy with Aria narrating their life, their business is successful and so on. I felt like he was hitting me with his compliments but I kept quiet. Until-