Table For Two Novels & Stories

Sweet. Now, the dining section. It consists of two tables for dining— one big and one small. The large table is suitable for around 18 persons while the small one is suitable for 4 persons. There are several other sofas and tea tables. From the look of it, it seems we are allowed to invite some friends to come over— but it’s not like I have a friend or something… Next, the centre. Ignoring the door from the entrance as well as both of the doors connected to our rooms, the centre was limited to a square space. The square area contains our personal chairs, freely movable and some highly advanced function— like some sort of butler serving drinks or massages.

She turned her gaze back to him. “Have a seat and join me for lunch,” he said, motioning to the chair directly opposite him. Without realizing it, she gave the table a once-over. It was a massive Narra table with an expensive crystal glass top. It could seat ten, with four chairs on each side. Which meant she and Van were quite a distance from each other at that moment.

I was starting to fall for my own mate. It was finally dinner time where I was called down to eat, a basic human function. As I reached the dinner hall, the huge table was totally slashed down to just four seater and a smaller table. It looked kind of odd as the room requirement needed such a long table but this is what is available.

In the formal dining area, they sat at a long table across from one another. It could seat ten people, but the room was large enough that Jade imagined it could comfortably accommodate many more. Expensive curtains made of thick blue fabric hung over the windows, and oak chests filled with what she presumed was expensive crystal and china lined the walls. The waiter placed a cloth napkin over her lap and then lifted the dome cover, announcing that she was being served "Perch." "Oh," She peered down at the plate and then up at Miguel.

1 month and two weeks later. "Table six, V" call Gilbert and I quickly move to take orders of the indicated table. "What can I get for you sir?" I smile at our usual client and his date. "Please, get me the usual and as for my love" he gestures at her. "I'll have burger with fries and onion rings on the side" the female smile at me. "Oh and oreo thick shake." "Coming right up" I politely smile at them before exiting with their order. I move over to the counter.

My eyes trailed to the 64 inch television hanging on the wall displaying varieties of channels, the complete home theater sound system that could blast the entire wall street out of their houses, then the dining table. It had twenty-four chairs! Is this a conference table because that's exactly how the dining looked. The round glass table was enough to host fifty people in a ball. I noticed the glass table wasn't transparent but opaque glass. Hmm, looks like someone is intelligent. "...and this is Miss Hailey Parker, my bride." I snapped my head back to the little group just in time to hear grumpy's last words. A stupid feeling blossomed in my heart. He had called me his bride, that stupid i

The Hale Fortress. The Dining Room. Wednesday. 8:15 PM. The dining table was made of two-hundred-year-old mahogany, usually reserved for state dinners and hostile takeovers. Tonight, it was covered in twenty-five greasy cardboard boxes from "Luigi’s Pizza Palace." Oryn (Modern Oryn) walked around the table, refilling drinks with the expression of a man who was questioning every life choice that had led him to this moment. "More wine?" Oryn asked the woman in the pinstripe suit.

"You said yes. We have not named the when." "After Geneva," she says. "After Geneva," I say. "Here," she says. "In the compound." "Here," I say. "Small," she says. "The table seats twenty," I say. "Small for a wedding," she says. "Twenty is small for a wedding." "For this family," I say, "twenty is optimistic." She looks at the table. The corner of her mouth. The real one, coming forward fully, the one I have been accumulating since the first time it appeared and which I intend to keep accumulating for the rest of the foreseeable future, which is considerable.

It is ready. The kitchen table is set. Two plates. Two glasses. A small candle in the middle. Lit. The candle is the kind of thing that is going to make me want to cry, except I am not going to cry, because I am a person who is on a Tuesday date, and Tuesday date people do not cry, Tuesday date people eat pasta.

Soon as Bo’s eyes met with hers, she slowly faced forward. Long tables were full of all kinds of edible stuff. Plenty of food and drinks that would satisfy every guest and still have leftovers. Ates brothers and their family sat at each extreme of the table. Only notable guests were at their table. There were ten lengthy tables in the room for guests. It was mildly noisy. Guests made rackets as they chatted and savored the fun the night brought. They often clinked their glass with a spoon to make a sudden toast. It was a table of many, some discussed separately.