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All-American Kandibars by Jasmine Jennifer McAlpine
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Romantic Short Story
Jack works for a remodeling company in New Orleans, Louisiana. He's a lonely man, who frequents a restaurant and bar. He's looking for a nice woman to be his friend! Kevin, his best friend from high school, meets him occasionally after work. They eat and drink at happy hour. It's always a fun time. Brenda's new to town. She's a thoughtful and sensible woman. She's attractive, and available for a new man in her life. The restaurant and bar is a new place for her! Brenda stops by for a cold drink. The customers notice her. She sits down at the bar, and talks to her new friends. Jack starts a conversation with Brenda. He hopes to make a new friendship. The restaurant and bar is a great place to meet someone new. It might be the best place for new acquaintances to start meaningful relationships! Jack might find a new companion, and live peacefully with lasting happiness. Romance DLC-1018RO Published May 31, 2023 5,265 Words Ebook, PDF Format Published Independently by Jasmine Jennifer McAlpine |
PREVIEW:
The New Orleans Waterhouse was one of the best places to eat and drink in Louisiana. My friends recommended it to me a year ago, and I've been spending money there ever since. I spent time with my buddy, Kevin. He and I liked to stay for drinks, from happy hour, until midnight. The Waterhouse on Friday nights was the greatest place to start the weekend!
I'm Jack, and I work for a remodeling company. My boss is a small businessman, who is in it for himself. He hires guys, like me, to get his jobs done. I love my work--especially the pretty touch, that I give to new kitchens and bathrooms. There's nothing like the beautiful feeling, that I get when I see the project finished and shining in bright lights. I must have remodeled one hundred kitchens and bathrooms by now. It's the best job that I've ever had!
I've known Kevin since high school. It's been many years. He had moved into town, because his father took a better job here. Immediately, Kevin was a great friend of mine. We had a lot in common! He had taken to my classmates, as well as anyone could. He became a friend of my family. I realized early in my relationship with him, that he would mean a great deal to me.
I had stopped by The Waterhouse after work, for a cold beer. It was the usual crowd on a quiet Wednesday evening, in July. Heat and boredom had brought most of the customers in. I sat down, and expected to have a good time. There were a lot of customers, who were eating and drinking. I gathered my thoughts, and asked the bartender my favorite question.
"Draft, please?" I asked.
"Sure, Jack," Linda responded.
The New Orleans Waterhouse was one of the best places to eat and drink in Louisiana. My friends recommended it to me a year ago, and I've been spending money there ever since. I spent time with my buddy, Kevin. He and I liked to stay for drinks, from happy hour, until midnight. The Waterhouse on Friday nights was the greatest place to start the weekend!
I'm Jack, and I work for a remodeling company. My boss is a small businessman, who is in it for himself. He hires guys, like me, to get his jobs done. I love my work--especially the pretty touch, that I give to new kitchens and bathrooms. There's nothing like the beautiful feeling, that I get when I see the project finished and shining in bright lights. I must have remodeled one hundred kitchens and bathrooms by now. It's the best job that I've ever had!
I've known Kevin since high school. It's been many years. He had moved into town, because his father took a better job here. Immediately, Kevin was a great friend of mine. We had a lot in common! He had taken to my classmates, as well as anyone could. He became a friend of my family. I realized early in my relationship with him, that he would mean a great deal to me.
I had stopped by The Waterhouse after work, for a cold beer. It was the usual crowd on a quiet Wednesday evening, in July. Heat and boredom had brought most of the customers in. I sat down, and expected to have a good time. There were a lot of customers, who were eating and drinking. I gathered my thoughts, and asked the bartender my favorite question.
"Draft, please?" I asked.
"Sure, Jack," Linda responded.