Pickle Baki Novels & Stories

A rich old woman with okay looks and tons of cash … hot. “I’ll take a glass of water when you have a chance,” she murmured, her eyes moving from the server to touch the gaze of her best associate as he exited the bathroom. He waved and headed their way as the server moved from the table. “Damn it to hell,” Rebecca muttered as she waved back and looked across the table at Parker, hating him all the more for being right. He mouthed, “What? Is it Jason?”

Unbuckling myself I reach to the backseat and grab my purse. “ what are you doing?” He asked to look toward the road. Scrabbling through my purse I pull out my phone and call Andrew. “ hello?” He picked up after the third ring “ Hey, it’s Briella. There’s something I need to tell you” When I finally get back home, my dad helps Markus unload all my bags. My mom runs outside not too long after smothering me in hugs.

I was ready to conquer that family, but not before bringing some Turkish food for the meeting and çay (Turkish tea). I told Giulia I was going and stopped by Copacabana in search of Baklava, a pistachio puff pastry dessert. The Basha restaurant had baklava, despite being Lebanese. Everything was almost ready when I decided I should give it to Giulia's mother. I walked around a bit more and found çandaylik, our famous Turkish kettles. I asked the girl to wrap it for me. She stared at me insistently. It didn't take her long to ask.