Romo's Restaurant Novels & Stories

William said before we both walked out of the car and I stared up at the building. It had a very posh allure to it and it had the words.“La cena de Romeo” written on it. I think it means Romeo’s dinner in French or Italian. William held out his hand in front of me. “Uhh?” I asked with confusion written all over my face. “Give me your hand.” He said and I complied, he intertwined my sweaty hands with his, his hands felt so foreign on mine, and we walked into the restaurant hand in hand. A woman came up to us at the entrance.

Bright yellow lights are the leading choice for this cafe owner, with furniture made of brown wood on various sides. Romeo prefers to sit on the rooftop cafe to enjoy the beautiful night sky. However, he looks more pathetic than other visitors who bring their respective partners. Romeo instead uses the bench in front of him as a place for his legs to be straightened. This is the second cigar Romeo has smoked. He couldn't even count the accompaniment songs he played. His fingers are dexterously playing with the tablet, displaying diagrams with various data.

He tells me. “You know if I didn’t know any better you sound like you know me?” I tease as our main courses are brought out. “Here we are you two. Garlic olive oil pasta with meatballs for the lady. For you sir, Italian steak with a carbonara pasta.” Roxi tells us as she brings in the dishes. A server follows with a large salad and fresh hot garlic bread. “This looks amazing Roxi.” Rowan smiles as he helps with the plates. “We are so excited to eat.” I tell her.

"Or you just have a knack for observing people." I snorted. "Suit yourself." She hummed a response and brought the menu up her face for a minute before dropping it back on the table while I continued to stare at the book undecided until a waiter came and started to take our order. "Hello." He greeted. "Hi." Rosa replied, cheerily. "Welcome to Genesis." He beamed. "What can I get for you two, ladies?" He asked. She smiled. "I'll have a spaghetti bolognese and tender fillet steak."

After another minute of speaking, Arcangelo handed back his menu, the other doing the same as the waiter left. "Rosalie?" Leonardo's voice called out to her as she looked up at him. "Yeah?" "What are you ordering?" Dante asked slowly, cocking his head in the direction of the waiter beside her. "Oh!" Rosalie spoke as she flipped open the menu, ordering their Alfredo pasta as the waiter nodded rattling off their order as they nodded in confirmation. Looking back towards Arcangelo's table, she noticed all the guys were looking back at her with either sly smirks or amused smiles as they waved at her. Embarrassed, Rosalie looked away as she could hear their laughter ring through the restaurant.

He thought about all the restaurants in town, trying to decide which one would be perfect. Finally, he settled on a cozy little Italian place that was known for its delicious food and romantic atmosphere. He smiled to himself, picturing Christabel's face when he took her there. He was sure she would love it. Now, all he had to do was make the reservation. Chris picked up the phone, dialing the number for the restaurant. He waited as it rang, his heart pounding in his chest. Finally, a voice came on the line. "Good evening," the voice said. "Thank you for calling Osteria Romana. How can I help you?"

I headed to the restaurant that we agreed to meet at in a car. He met me at the start and we were talking about the deal. Just then Narcissus popped out of nowhere and began talking to the man. 'This is Ms. Romano and Ms. Romano this is Jax Martinez.' 'We've already met.' 'That's wonderful. Why don't you join us for dinner.’? And right before I could say anything he said 'I would love that.' Well guess I was entering hell.

LA ROSIE is a Spanish restaurant where celebrities and millionaires come to dine. The driver excuses himself and Roman grabs my hand and gently pulls me forward. A well dressed waiter approaches us as we enter. “Good evening Mr. Masters. Good evening Ma’am” He greets us. I snort at the ma’am he called me, I’m seventeen but that makes me feel thirty. Also, he knows Roman? I want to ask but we are led forward by the waiter. The interior of the restaurant is so magnificent and this is by far the best place I’ve ever been in.

Tristan asked. “I'm close to the spring at the entrance after the parking lot, Come out you'll see me,” Olivia said. She was in her best dress yet she felt like she should have added more effort to her dressing. A few minutes later Tristan found Olivia and took her to their reserved table. Tristan was dressed in a suit and for the first time, Olivia saw him in a suit. The name of the restaurant was written in glittery letters that shone brightly in the night, “San cuado” Olivia's had never heard such a name before.

"Oh my God, it's been years!" She pulled me into a hug before I could respond, then turned to Enzo. "And Lorenzo! Look at you, all fancy now." She swatted his arm playfully. "Too good for my diner?" "Never," Enzo said, grinning. "You know this place has the best burgers in town." "Damn right." Rosie winked, then looked between us. "So... are you two...?" "We're figuring it out," I said quickly. Rosie's face lit up. "Well, it's about time. Your usual booth is open."