Novel & Cerita Romo's Restaurant

He said in a normal way. "How do you even know me? We never even talk and if we do talk.. I bet we will end up arguing." I said. "You can use it incase there's an emergency." He said and I nodded. The air stewardess started to serve us food and yes I'm dying to eat because I starved myself yesterday so I can fit into my wedding dress. "Can I have the steak again?" I asked the air stewardess. "Sure, Mrs. Romeo." She smiled as she took away my plate. Suddenly Deandre put his plate of steak in front of me. I turned to him and he's busy eating his salad. I shrugged and started to dig in.

She said, stepping aside to let him in. As he walked through the door, I couldn't help but notice the way he and Elyse exchanged glances. “I think we should use the dinning instead” I suggested. “Yeah, sure” Once inside, Romano took a seat at the table. “What do I get you?” Elyse asked “Nothing, really. Just water” “What do you mean, just water?” Elyse shot him a glare “There's Oreos, jalebis, tacos, seltzer water, home made lemonade and lemon meringue”

“I aim to impress.” We drive in comfortable silence the rest of the way, a convoy of cars following us. It’s not every day the Alpha and Luna go out on a date. I’m actually quite nervous, the last time Roman took me out, he was pretending to be Jay. Gods, that feels like a lifetime ago. Finally, Roman pulls the Maserati into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant that oozes authenticity, from the warm, muted colors of its façade to the faint smell of garlic and basil wafting out.

Austin POV “Arghhhhh" I was filled with fury and thoughts that I had made the wrong move by talking directly to Kylie and not waiting for Francis. “Ah, Mr. Nitaile, always a pleasure to see you,” a voice called out to me from behind the bar. It was the one and only Roman from The Oasis. Roman gathers and collects relaxing vodkas and spirits from around the globe and I'm on his top list of first tastes in the city. One of the reasons I was there that night.

He says it’s our bond, but I don’t know how that’s possible, and I’ve never heard of it being done before; a bond taking over a body. “Of course.” She says with a smile on her face and amusement in her eyes, and then she leaves and goes to the kitchen. We’re at our previous positions with Rome sitting next to me. “The food’s gone cold.” King pouts. Just then, Luna Daisy pokes her had out of the kitchen doorway. “You didn’t answer my question, Romulus, are you allergic to anything, or is there something you don’t like?” “I’m not, but I’m also not a huge fan of spicy food.” She nods and goes back inside.

Amelia silently thought about her boss's thoughts and said at the right time, "Women like men who are romantic. For example, sending her flowers and inviting her out for dinner. That's enough." Kevin raised his eyebrows and looked at her. Amelia immediately added, "I know there is a rooftop restaurant here in Chatterton, it's a place where many couples love to go. Fortunately, the restaurant is also under Rovio Corporation Inc, it would be great that your own restaurant can enjoy your patronage!" Kevin still did not say a word, but from his subtle change of expression, Amelia knew that he agreed. Amelia smiled and said, "Then I'll go and arrange it for you."

I gulped pretending not to notice how ravaging he looked. “you look gorgeous” he complimented. “you too” I replied. He laughed and took my hand. We both walked out together to the car. The driver took us to a french restaurant, one of the most expensive in town. It was filled with rich people. “welcome, Mr Romero, this way please” the manager said immediately we walked in. He led us to a more private place and showed us our seat. It was two huge leather seats with a table in the middle. There was a glass window that was tinted beside the seats. I sat down and roman sat opposite me.

She looked so fragile, like the wrong word might shatter her completely. "Hunter?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Yeah?" "Can you stop at Romano's Pastry? The one on Fifth?" I glanced at her, surprised. It wasn't what I'd expected her to say. "Of course." ********************* Romano's was a small, family-owned shop with display cases full of cannoli, tiramisu, and garnished cakes that belonged in art museums. The smell of vanilla and espresso should have been comforting, but watching Celine move through the space like a sleepwalker made my chest tight with worry.

I murmur. “I promise I’m okay,” she whispers back. “It’s probably just the weather.” We step out of the car, and walk into the restaurant. I booked the entire place. Charlotte Romano sits by the window, a vision of elegance in red silk and pearls, sipping wine. When she sees us, she stands, her face lighting up. “Issa!” she exclaims, ignoring me completely and wrapping my wife in a hug. “You look radiant! How are you feeling? And the babies?”

"I'd like the table to have some fresh bread and a bottle of avocado oil for dipping. For my meal, I would like to order the Rome-style carbonara and cacio e p**e. For Sarah, I’ve chosen a Southern Italy specialty—Orecchiette with broccoli rabe—along with a side of white wine to complement the dishes. Our meal arrived promptly, and as we began eating, Sarah started with some questions. "Where did you grow up?" she asked. I responded that I grew up in a small town not far from here. Sarah continued to ask me a series of questions, and I answered each one honestly. I didn't mention that I am a wolf, but I explained the things I have done and continue to do as an Alpha without telling her that