Novel & Cerita Mha Cafeteria

If Brookhaven was a comfortable, predictable kiddie pool, the Ashcroft University dining hall was the actual Mariana Trench. ​We walked through the heavy, arched oak doors of the Commons at precisely nine the next morning, and my brain immediately began cataloging data points like a supercomputer on overdrive. The space was staggering—less of a cafeteria and more of a gothic cathedral dedicated entirely to the worship of caffeine and carbs. The vaulted ceilings stretched thirty feet high, crisscrossed with dark timber beams, and the morning sun poured through massive, stained-glass windows, casting geometric splashes of amber and violet across rows of long, polished mahogany tables.

None of her business, Mia thought as she finished her food and stood up to return the tray. "Just leave it there, the cleaners will pick it up" Amelia stopped her. " Okay, thank you". Mia dropped the tray down and left the cafeteria without waiting for Marina, she did not want to walk with someone who was going about spreading rumors of her when they were not even having any misunderstanding. Adrian was eating when Mia got to his office. She could not help gulping down her saliva at the sight of his food even when the one served at the cafeteria was not so bad and she was full. The delicious aroma was everywhere in the office

she answered opening her backpack to carry the sandwich Maa gave her cos she didn't eat much for breakfast and she said the cafeteria's food is awful. "I'm having mine later." Afnaan said stealing one of Mehr's sandwich making her to scowl. "Lucky Wishes. But stealing my sandwich isn't allowed," Mehr glared at her, hiding her sandwich in process. "What! Maa is the best cook in the world so, don't judge," Afnaan answered shrugging her shoulders. "Guess what?" Bilal came into the cafeteria breathing heavily as if he ran a marathon before reaching the cafeteria. "Beyonce is in the principal's office." Afnaan replied sarcastically, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Let's eat before the cafeteria gets crowded." I nodded gratefully. "I would love that." The executive cafeteria occupied the entire twenty-eighth floor. Unlike ordinary office cafeterias, this one resembled a high-end restaurant and I wondered if everyone had access to the cafeteria. “This building has three cafeterias to accommodate everyone,” Karen mentioned even if I didn’t ask yet. “Seriously? How much does Thompson’s make in a year to have this kind of service?” I couldn’t help but wonder. Karen just shrugged. “We don’t have access to the finance records, that’s not our job you know, but I’m sure they earn more than enough to sustain our free meals.”

I was just staring at my phone, waiting for Lucifer to call or message me when Summer suddenly asked me that. We’re here at the school cafeteria. It’s quite spacious here and even the tables and chairs were arranged beautifully as if we’re inside a fancy restaurant. There are also waiters and waitresses that gives us the menu and bring the food that we order. Though Summer also told me that there’s a cafeteria that offers unlimited dining where you are the one to put the food on your plate from a long table that s filled with foods that the University chef cooked. I took a spoonful of the CAKE and looked at Summer. “I-It’s fun..” I gave her an awkward smile.

The cafeteria smelled like hot oil, burnt bread, and the faint tang of cheap sanitizer. I slid into the booth with Mariah and her boyfriend Nate, careful not to let my tray wobble. Mariah was already halfway through her salad, laughing at something Nate said. I nibbled at a piece of sandwich, pretending not to notice the dozens of eyes that occasionally flicked our way. Cafeterias had a way of turning the mundane into theater. "So," Mariah broke the silence, leaning back, "how were your classes today, kitchen witch?"

Hindi rin naman naglalabas masyado nang ganoong presentations ang CHSC. We had our lunch just inside the Campus. I already brought viand and rice with me for lunch. Mabuti naman dahil ayaw ko nang isipin pa ang lasa ng pagkain sa labas ng Campus. The expensive ones probably taste better than what I bought but I couldn't afford it. Magdadala na lang talaga ako ng ulam at kanin. Mabuti at inagahan na ngayon ang pagbukas ng karinderya. Ena and Athelia just bought their lunch at the cafeteria. Pumwesto na kaagad kami sa mesang napili. They left me for a while to line up.

Then she walked away, the ghost of her smile haunting me. I waited for the ground to swallow me. *** The cafeteria was buzzing. It was on the second floor of the building and it offered meals to staff of the office, from the managers to the janitors. I liked M & M media. Actually, I loved it. I had spent only a week here and I was starting to accept that maybe, Enzo and Marco were clean. This place had to be generating millions yearly, maybe even monthly. And it was just one of their establishments.

“Please. No need to be coy. You’re not the only one that’s noticed him.” Benny motioned around the cafeteria with his head. As he did so, it felt like the sounds and colors of the place had been on pause and suddenly switched on again. Now that she was paying attention again, she realized what Benny meant. The cafeteria at Beldon High was the one saving grace that kept the school from being engulfed by mediocrity. It was an expansive room, brightly lit, with brand new aluminum tables and multi-colored soft touch seats. The buffet-style menu offered well cooked meat, fish, vegetarian, and vegan dishes, and a halal menu.

she added when Keith frowned. “I love it!” Keith exclaimed, and then he ordered Pedro to get ready for lunch. The head office of Lassiter Shipping has a cafeteria on the ground floor and it was exclusive for the staff. “Just bring it to the cafeteria, Keith.” He ordered. “A cafeteria?” Keith asked. “Yes, and all employees eat their lunch at the cafeteria.” Pedro grinned when Keith hesitated to go to the cafeteria. “It’s a rule with no exemption around here. I’m also bound to that rule,” Pedro clarified, and then he grinned after making Keith uncomfortable.