Your Table Is Ready Novels & Stories

Nash checks in with me. “How are things going here?” He scans the table from top to bottom and I half expect him to find something wrong. He always does. “Good, sir. Everything is ready in here. I’m just doing my last check. The food should arrive as soon as the guests are ready.” I stop fidgeting and clamp my hands in front of me while trying my best to smile.

Hanging above the mantelpiece is an old painting of the pyramids. “Oh, boy, the staff have gone all out,” Lorenzo says, as if to himself. Danica follows his gaze. Before the fire a small table covered in a fine linen cloth is elaborately set for two: silver cutlery, cut glasses, and delicate china plates decorated with small thistles. He holds out a chair for her. “Sit.” He nods at her seat. There’s a knock at the door, and without waiting for an answer, Mona enters, followed by a young woman carrying a tray.

I told myself that on repeat as I wiped down a table with shaky hands. Then my manager’s voice cut through the noise. “Ariel, Table 12. They’re ready to order.” My legs felt like jelly as I walked over, notepad clutched tight. When I stopped at the booth, Luca slowly lifted his gaze to mine. No surprise. Just dark, knowing heat. “Good evening,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “Can I start you gentlemen off with drinks?”

"But you've got the wrong idea. I'm not here on a blind date." Wait-what? My eyes went wide. "This isn't Table 87" "Yes, this is Table 8. But it's the VIP section's Table & He casually pointed out toward the main hall. "Your Table 8 is to the left when you go back out." "O-Oh, I'm so sorry! I got the wrong table!" I wanted to crawl into a hole. No wonder he looked at me like I was nuts. I shot up from my seat and rushed out of there.

Enzo stepped back, taking a slow look at the table, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he considered whether everything was in place. “Does everything look good?” he finally asked, tilting his head slightly toward me. I glanced over the table, the plates were perfectly set, and the food warm and inviting. I was contended with the set up, the moment and I couldn’t wait to have a good night’s meal. “Yes, it does,” I said, my lips stretching into a smile.

"You two can handle that, right?" "No problem."Each man took an end of the table. It wasn’t an easy feat, either. The tables were made of solid mahogany that had been polished and buffed to a sparkling finish that made it hard to get a good grip. Gordon backed through the doors, sliding his feet backwards as he went so that he didn’t trip over anything. Mr. Hayes followed, the corner of his bottom lip clenched under his upper teeth. Both of them were visibly exerting themselves and something about it made the tender flesh on the inside of Tracy’s thighs begin to tingle.

~Alayasia~ I put the final touches on the table and make sure I turn off the stove. I have lunch prepared, it’s just waiting for me to set it on the table. That’s my last thing to do, but I need to make sure Zara is set up first.

He said and opened a double door that revealed a large dining table. The Grand Table. All sorts of food filled the table - like they had prepared for us even before we came. “Apologies for the small table. If you had informed me earlier, I might have made preparations to host.” Cole said, and I couldn’t ignore his use of words. He ‘might’ have made preparations - Way to sound very generous. We settled down on the table and we were served accordingly. The atmosphere was tense. Zadok was not leaving any stones unturned with the dirty looks he sent to Cole, which Cole gladly returned.

“Rіght, are wе аll rеаdу tо leave? We hаvе a tаblе booked іn thirty mіnutеѕ, whо’ѕ ready fоr ѕоmе fооd?” “Nоw you’re tаlkіng,” Jоеl added, hіѕ еуеѕ lighting uр аt thе mеntіоn оf it. Sоmеthіngѕ nеvеr сhаngеd.

I blinked again. Now, all that looked back at me were warm eyes and a radiant smile. “You didn’t knock?” she asked cheerfully, her voice airy and familiar. “We did,” Avery answered slowly. “For a while. No one responded. We figured it was okay to come in.” “That’s fine.” Akira waved us forward. “Sit. You’re right on time.” Only then did I notice the table. Long, carved from jungle mahogany. Bowls of food. It smelled like home.