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.

He hadn't experienced this kind of food for a long time. In the past, he always hid in the crowd like this when he was out on missions. In fact, he liked this kind of ordinary life very much. Romeo served another bowl of tofu to Zion. Zion ate quietly. Romeo did not disturb him anymore. Instead, other customers came to his door. Romeo began to get busy. Not long after, a woman about 50 or 60 years old came over. She coughed, and her face did not look very good.

Instead, he grabbed his keys, and we headed out the door. ********** Roman and I drove to a nearby restaurant, the scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meat filling the air as we stepped inside. The place had a warm ambiance—dimly lit chandeliers, wooden furnishings, and a soft hum of jazz playing in the background. We took a seat near the window, the city lights glowing outside. It was oddly peaceful. A waitress arrived, took our orders, and in just a few minutes, our meals were placed in front of us. I raised a brow at Roman’s plate, noticing something instantly.

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.

I pulled out the money I invested in that restaurant. The VP and core team resigned just to join me as we set up a new place. In less than six months, my restaurant found a foothold in the industry thanks to better service and quality of food. We became the bar everyone strove to reach. Without the funds and core team, Selina's restaurant took a huge hit. Harold's case ruined their reputation, and it went out of business due to mismanagement soon enough. I heard rumors that she tried to start a business with the money I gave her, but she lost all of it.

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.