Table For Two Romane & Geschichten

The corners and sides are minimal and have greyscale color-coding that contrasts the center and star of the room, the dining table. A long and have a big space in every chair dining table. The table is color oak brown as well as the chairs. In the center of it, you will see a tower of fruits in the center, approximately one and one-half feet tall. I can't tell if it is real fruit or just for display purposes. "Let's have a sit?" The old man said. Mr. and Mrs. Brooklyn smile and sit on the chairs. I and Richard sit beside each other. I look at the plating the utensil in front of me and bruh, why do they have so many spoons and forks?

Other tables were also there, but there was a lot of distance between each. "Isn't it?" I turned around to look at Vexon, only to find him staring at me with a different expression. He nodded. Ugh. Why wasn't he talking? I never wanted a husband who barely talked, but then again, I was always so lucky. "Thanks for the table. I totally love this place," I turned and thanked the waitress, who was grinning at me. "No problem. You guys are, couple goals already. Matching outfits, always holding hands and looking at each other with love—it perfectly fits you both in this place. Anyways, please take your seat and press the button for placing your order," she said and left, leaving me dumbstruck.

Alona guided Tyler to sit at the head of the table. The Roberts would usually have guests once in a while, considering Tyler’s profession, so they had to have a ten-seater dining table. Tyler would seat and Alone to his right at its head while Lexy would be to his left. But when Marlyn is around, Lexy would make Marlyn sit on her spot, and Lexy would be next to Marlyn. They had their dinner with shared laughter as jokes would pop out one after another. They also had their beer after Lexy and Alona kempt the empty plates and washed what was no longer of use among the kitchenware before they started their drinks after the meal.

"But everyone will wither and die the same way." Jayden shrugged. The room was meant for a group of four and as such "only" had two couches positioned at one end of the rectangular room, where they, along with a sizable table, formed almost like a dining booth. He plopped down on one of the couches, while I sat on the one opposite him. "How do you order food?" he asked. Pulling out a tablet from under the surface of the table, I unlocked it with a quick swipe and handed it to him. "Here. You can choose whatever you want. There's beer too, if you need something to calm your nerves before the show."

He said with an impatient tone. I looked at Beta Kian first, like a child asking if this place was even safe for me and he pulled a chair on the right side of the Alpha. I couldn’t believe how long the table was. It was a sixteen-seater table. On top of it was like a feast prepared for twenty people when it was just me and the Alpha who were going to eat. “Join us, Kian—”

The ceiling was adorned with fancy glittery chandeliers that made the entire room light but not too light that you would hurt your eyes. There were only less than ten tables and each table looked perfect with white table cloths. The seats were a light charcoal gray and each table only had two seats giving the vibes that it was only exclusively for couples. "Sit my lady," Dean said once the waiter showed us our table which already had fancy plates with hundreds of spoons, forks, and knives sitting on either side of the plate. "Thank you," I shyly said sitting down and he equally did right Infront of me,

I replied cheerfully, linking my arm with his. A waiter escorted us to the yacht. It was huge and beautiful, a luxurious vessel that sparkled under the moonlight. There was a large deck above, and at its center stood a long table with four chairs. I frowned. “Excuse me, why are there four seats on the deck?” I asked, clearly puzzled. “The person who booked the yacht said it’s a double date, ma’am, and all four should be seated at the same table. That was their specific instruction,” the waiter explained.

Lazarus. We reached what was obviously the nicest table at the restaurant. A long table, twelve seats. Two seats on either end, four on each of the longer sides. A fine white linen tablecloth concealed the legs of everyone waiting for me. Seated on one end were two of the senior partners, lining each side were the other junior lawyers.

The table, nestled against a panoramic window, offered an unobstructed view of the city's glittering skyline. The ambiance of the reserved space was nothing short of enchanting. The table was adorned with delicate flowers, their petals catching the warm glow of flickering candles. Silverware and crystal glasses sparkled under the soft lights, creating a tableau of refined sophistication. The chairs, draped in rich fabric, awaited the couple like thrones in their private kingdom.

They could be twins, identical twins, Kimberly thought. Nicholas simply nodded in response. And before she knew it, more greetings came his way, meanwhile none regarded Kimberly as if she was invisible. All he did was nod curtly in response as he made his way to his grand chair situated at the extreme of the dinner table. The dinner table was a long rectangular shaped table, with two opposing chairs at each ends. Her eyes fell on the mouthwatering train of sumptuous meal arranged on the table. “More like a feast, than a breakfast,” Kimberly thought.