Your Table Is Ready Novels & Stories

I realize the room has its own connections. My eyes wander around as I explore the room. As I took it, it was smaller than Zahir's cabin but still big enough. It has a cozy feeling. A warm glow is spread around. There is a table in the middle of the room on which everything is set up. There are files and many documents set neatly over the table and a glass is spread above. The sight of the table lamp makes me realize that moments are to come when I have work till midnight or maybe late.

"I'm sure everyone here knows their reason for being here." Everyone around the table nodded to show their acknowledgment and respect. A file was placed on my table by a random maid. I went through the contests before passing it over to James. "We're good to go," he communicated to me through our mind link. "That's good then," I responded.

The server handed over the sheet with visibly shaking hands. Sophie scanned it once, her eyes moving quickly down the page. “Okay. Look, you didn't mess it up.” Her voice was so steady that even I felt myself relax a little just listening to her. “You just highlighted the wrong row. Table seventeen is the dairy-free one, and table nineteen is the vegetarian. Easy fix.” The girl let out a massive, shaky exhale. “Oh my God. Thank you.” “You’re fine.” Sophie squeezed her shoulder once, giving her a reassuring nod before handing the clipboard back. “Nobody’s dying tonight, okay?”

Taylor smirked. “Then let’s play something I can play.” Taylor thought for a moment before saying, “Dice, then. It’s easy. If you’ve got hands, you’re qualified. You at least know how to compare totals, right?” I nodded. “That works. Let’s start.” Then, I walked straight to the card table and sat down on the side against the wall. “Oh, Maisie, you’re challenging Taylor at dice? You’ve already lost. Taylor’s the queen of dice. Even the pros can’t beat her.”

The boy asked with a smile plastered on his face. "Yes, under Ava Celestine and that is a table for one," I informed him politely. He looked on the list and some voice came over from my back. "Ava?" A familiar woman's voice. My back automatically turned around. Normal.dotm 0 0 1 808 4611 zernan 38 9 5662 12.256 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

“And where is the food?!” A second later Venus almost toppled her chair. The round table before her eyes suddenly lit up like a computer screen, and the words "EMPTY THE TABLE" appeared on its surface. “What does it mean?” Venus murmured with a frown, curious. “Just watch,” said Shad muttering back.

On each of the table had a student name and number written boldly on a wooden plaque. The hall had a lot of windows, opened, letting in enough light to brighten up the hall. Light bulbs were installed on the ceiling, directly above each table, but none needed to be on at the moment. Especially with the sunny rays invading the massive kitchen. Like every one else, I walk in and trace my name to the third table at the middle row. My table has two gas rings on the right hand side of it, a stopwatch close to the gas rings and a white and yellow apron with my table number 008 written on it.

“Hеllо. I’m juѕt hеаdіng off fоr ѕоmе exercise. Can уоu book mе a table іn thе restaurant tonight, please?” The girl knows me wеll bу nоw, аnd smiles аѕ ѕhе tарѕ аt hеr kеуbоаrd. “No problems, Mіѕѕ Jаmеѕ. I’vе mаdе your rеѕеrvаtіоn. Wе’ll rеfrеѕh уоur room whіlе you’re оut thіѕ afternoon.”

It seems they are looking at a photograph—perhaps an update or something significant. The table itself is elegantly set, with fine china and polished silverware reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lighting. The smell of a delicious meal wafts through the air, making my stomach rumble with anticipation. The conversation around me is a gentle hum, filled with familiar voices and the clinking of glasses.

I asked him now, telling him about the drink. He left and I got up. I walked around, looking at the objects. Gray, white, black, and some wood over there. The table was very modern: glass and beautiful stone, it looked like a work of art, but at the same time simple, because it only had a set of plates, cutlery, and glasses for two people.