Romo's Restaurant Novels & Stories

A table for two in a restaurant overlooking the waters under the green canopy dotted with hanging lanterns. The food was great, so was the view and the music, especially the company. It doesn’t matter where we are. Roman is my home, I am sure of that now, but I fear that what happened with Rio would be another bump on our road. “So,” I reached for his hand while waiting for our dessert to be served. I don’t think I have space in my tummy anymore, though. “I have something to confess.” Roman’s brows quirked, eyes never leaving mine as he sipped his wine.

"That would be a mistake. Marco is too smart for that." "He is," I agreed, turning around to face him. "He’s been in the city for two days, and he hasn't stopped texting me. He’s ready to play the older brother." "Let him," Roman said, leaning down to press a brief, firm kiss to my forehead. "I'm ready." We arrived at the restaurant, a quiet, high-end Italian spot where the tables were spaced far enough apart to guarantee privacy.

I looked up at Hunter with confusion to only get the same response in return. "Mr. Romani need I remind you that we have a deal. If you break that deal, there will be consequences." A deep voice says. "I have to pay all of the expenses and bills for my restaurant. I can't fully pay the money right now." It grew silent. Silence was deadly.

she whispered, and I nodded, looking at Victoria as she made our order. She returned a few minutes later, with a full tray of coke, burgers and fries. I couldn't help but marvel at the way she didn't bring any attention to herself. She was just doing her thing like any sane person. “You're not going to ask for the extra classy service?” I asked her with a smirk. She cocked an eyebrow. “I’m in Rome. I may as well act like Romans.” Olivia was already feasting on her on her burger. I envied her appetite. I could only bring myself to take a sip of my coke as I wrapped my palms around the glass.

Beverly replied with a smile. Beverly opened the bedroom window wide. From the room, you can see a street view that is so busy but still friendly. Beverly looked down. Some couples took a leisurely walk with food and drink in their hands. Rome's restaurant, which is located on the 1st and 2nd floor looks very crowded. People are willing to queue to enjoy a special dinner made by the best chefs in the restaurant.

I said and she scoffed. "Let's wait till then but now, I'm really hungry and according to this pamphlet, there's a restaurant in the fifth floor, let's go" she said. "Are you kidding? We can just go back to the hotel and eat there than pay a fortune just for some delicacies here" I said "Come on Alex, you have money, spend it" she said as she grabbed my hand again and we went to the elevator. ............to be continued........... 🌷🌷

With most of the diners outside, it would grant them some sort of privacy. With great difficulty for Allan, they’d managed to reach the restaurant without him attacking her in the limo. The host—part owner of L’Archeologia—gave them a tour of the restaurant and Allan had to bite his lips shut to keep from laughing at Riana’s reactions. She oohed and aahed and squealed like a little girl in a candy store when they toured the Roman remains. It was wonderful to watch, and Allan noticed the host kept on puffing his chest out with pride.

None of them spoke of the kiss they shared as they were driving to their next destination, but both of them could feel there was some romantic development between the two. It was almost five when they finally arrived at a fine dining restaurant in the city. This time, it was an actual restaurant on its own and wasn’t part of a hotel, but the interior design was not inferior to the ones in the five star hotels. “This place feels so cozy, it’s like I’m in Europe or something.” Eva spoke as Stefan pulled the chair for her. “Yes, the theme of this place is an European museum, isn’t it quite fascinating?” The waiter arrived and Eva asked Stefan to order anything on her behalf since she figured he

Amber would always tell her ‘you can at least wear heels. “Come on girl, if you're anything like me, you're going to be famished. Let’s get you something,” Rosco said leading her to the counter. He did a quickly blow kiss over his shoulder to his boyfriend. His boyfriend smiled happily though he followed Mama Chika to the back. “What should I get?” Rosalie asked looking at the order board. “Oh, you so have to get a croissant,” Rosco said holding up two fingers and pointing to the croissants one of the waitresses where putting out. Rosalie remembered her being the one Mama Chika called out to.

Brooke smiled, “Thank you.” “Welcome. So, are you ready to leave?” “Sure.” They headed out and got in the car. “So, where are we going?” Brooke asked as she buckled her seat belt. “To Rosario’s Kitchen.” “A pure Italian cuisine restaurant. A man after my own heart,” Brooke said cheekily. “I do know that you love Italian..” “Yeah. I love it. So how was your day?” “It was great… I mean to be honest, I don’t even know how my day went. I was so excited to meet you, I was on a fast track all day Noah was irritated but he did enjoy teasing me.”