Page 9 of Broken Harmony
The receptionist points me where I need to go, and I sigh in relief when I read the little menu on a stand outside theentrance. Lots of things I’d eat. If anything, it all looks amazing, and I’m going to end up leaving this hotel ten pounds heavier.
But hey, if the food is good, it’s easy to win over my heart.
“Hi.” I smile at the hostess. “For one, please.”
“For sure.” She smiles, looking down at her tablet. “Unfortunately, we don’t have any tables available. It would be about a forty-minute wait.” Slight disappointment hits me. “But we do have some space at the bar if you're okay eating there.”
“Oh.” I blink. “I’m not twenty-one.”
“It’s okay. The bartender wouldn’t serve you alcohol anyways without seeing an ID. You're fine to eat there if you’d like.”
“Oh, okay then. Yeah, sure, the bar is fine.”
She smiles, nods, and guides me inside.
The place is nice and packed. But still, even with so many people, it isn’t crazy loud. People are having conversations and laughing, but it feels like a very chill atmosphere. I like it.
“Here you go.” She points to the empty seat. “Here's the menu. Rachel, your server, will be by shortly for your order. As for drinks, Jenny, the bartender, will take your order.”
“Thanks.”
Taking my seat, I look over the menu and groan.
“Everything okay?” a male voice asks. I look to my left and see three men sitting at the bar, all younger, closer to my age by the looks of it.
“No,” I mutter. “There are so many good options. How the hell can I pick just one?”
They chuckle. “The pizza is pretty good.” The one with shaggy blond hair who started the conversation says.
“Chicken wings are too,” another one says, this one has short black hair.
“Nah, go for the chicken tacos,” the last one, a guy with wavy red hair, says.
I blink at them. “None of you are helping me right now.”
They all laugh again.
“Ugh,” I mutter to myself, going back to look at the menu.
The server stops by after a minute. “Hi, I’m Rachel. I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get you?”
Chewing on my lower lip, I glance over the menu again before answering. “I’ll go with the chicken tacos.”
“Yes!” the guy with red hair cheers, and I cast him an amused look. He winks at me before talking to his friends.
Shaking my head, I smile at Rachel and tell her that's all for now.
“Didn’t know you were so invested in my food choices,” I say to the guys once Rachel leaves.
“Sorry, we had a bit of a bet to see what you would choose.” The redhead grins.
“And what if I picked something completely different from what the three of you suggested?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Then we’d all have lost, I guess.” Blondie shrugs.
“But we didn’t. I won. And now you owe me a drink,” Redhead preens smugly. “Coke and rum, please,” he tells the bartender before looking over at me. “What are you drinking?”
A small blush creeps onto my cheeks. Guess they aren’t quite my age. “Ah, just Coke,” I tell the bartender.
