Novel & Cerita Salad Days

Yea its just plastic now haha 2:30 PM: Awww you tempted me with her! You twisted my arm, i accept. Mind if i stay the night like Thursday or somethin'? For Chloe of course haha Once he hit send, he took a couple gulps of coffee and looked in through the windows to the kitchens. There he saw as Dillon used his mad knife skills to cut up a ton of salad ingredients. The station he was at appeared to be where they made all the side salads and such. There were carrots, beets, three different lettuce colours, tiny little tomatoes, onion, and radishes all around him. As he thinly sliced each ingredient at light speed, he would add them to a giant wooden bowl. Except for the lettuce. That he cut up

"I didn't know what you'd like to eat so... I picked these." Hyacinth smiled so sweetly. Jana was sickened to the stomach just by seeing her lame actions. "I'm sorry but... I recalled you chose this salad the first time we ate together. See? I remembered!" 'No, you didn't. You didn't remember anything.' Jana couldn't open her mouth and say she couldn't eat a plate with all greens and no meat. This is plain torture to her palate.

I wasn’t exactly ready for meals with a bunch of carbs. “How is it?” Riley asked. “Amazing,” I smiled. “How do you make salads taste incredible?” “The magic touch. I’m glad you like it. I’m thinking salmon and salad tomorrow.” “I used to love salmon!” “What happened?” “I stopped eating.” I answered. “Right,” He chuckled slightly. “Well, I hope you rediscover your love for it tomorrow.” “Oh shit, did you say tomorrow. Gig tomorrow, remember?” “Right, yes, of course. Salmon the day after then.” He smiled. “Excited to see you play though.”

What the fuck is wrong with me? I pick at the salad in front of me. It’s some kind of mesclun green, dark purple and green. Frisee lettuce, baby spinach. Candied nuts. Blue cheese. Balsamic glaze. Fancy salad. The kind that I love but my appetite has taken a sudden hit by the foolishness of my own words. He’s going back and forth between eating his salad and studying me like I’m an animal in a zoo. Maybe he’s wondering what is going on through my head.

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.

“Something that is not battered and deep fat fried. A fresh garden salad with spinach and arugula and butter lettuce, bursting with crunchy vegetables.” “You had a salad yesterday.” “I had chopped iceberg lettuce with a few carrot shavings and one cherry tomato—that is not a salad. And since when is a cup of fruit cocktail topped with sliced bananas considered a side of fruit?” “Since always. I can pull over and you can forage for fresh crunchy greens in the ditch if you like.” “Oh shut up. Now who’s being mean?” He sighed. “Look, it sucks that it annoys you, but do you want to know why I need sunflower seeds when I’m on the road?”

And now, it's comfort for my newly single status. It's been four days since coming back home, and I've been catching up on much needed time to myself. I've watched plenty of corny romantic comedies, I am back to running again, and I am even experimenting with making new dishes, including this delicious radicchio, apple, and walnut salad, which Adam would never like. I must admit at first the quiet and solitude was hard to get used to but now it'stolerable. I'm okay with the fact that no one is ever going to walk through that door and greet me with a kiss every day.

“Let’s try to get Gilded to do the first course: cocktails and hors d’oeuvres.” “Great idea,” I said. “What do you think about asking Moonglow to provide the appetizers?” “That’s an excellent choice,” Debbie agreed as she wrote on her notepad. “Moonglow is a wonderful place.” “How can we make the salad course stand out?” I mused. “What restaurants are known for their salads?” “What about From the Garden?” Debbie suggested. “They grow their own veggies on the roof and serve them fresh in customized salads with twenty different homemade dressings.”

I turned to look at him and we had a little conversation. The chritmas holidays were over and we had had ou little wedding starting the new year perfectly but now it was time to talk. "Tomorrow's the seventh day of January," I muttered. "It is. How is it already the seventh? The days are moving so fast," Min said and turned back to look at the ceiling. I moved closer to him and hugged his chest. "Min," i muttered. He looked at me for a brief second and looked back at the ceiling. "What are you plans for tomorrow?" i asked him.

In the past, Jonah would take me with him at this time. He would show me the biggest prey he hunted, and then declare our love to everyone at the dance. But this year, Jonah threw me aside for Emma. I didn't want to be sad for him anymore, so I went to the dance alone. At the dance, the bonfire was burning, and the firelight reflected on the werewolves' faces, reflecting the wildness and excitement in their eyes. The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue and the unique fishy smell of werewolves, and low wolf howls and laughter came to my ears.