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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 390.

Chapter 390.

    Chapter 390.


    <strong>Chapter 390. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: A Very Dangerous Game Under the Table. (1/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">The rumble of an engine permeated through the air as wind blew past my sides. I was currently headed south down the highway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The road in front was dark gray, painted with white solid lines on the sides, and a blurry dashed white line at the center. There were only twones and I was on the right one. To the left, there was a ditch between the second pair ofnes headed in the opposite direction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Beyond the solid white lines on both roads, a vast yellow in filled with wheat stretched out as far as the eyes could see. Patches of dark green trees and vegetation asionally popped up along the sides as I traversed the highway.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Today was thest Sunday in June.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a week at work, my two weeks of paid vacation were approved. Though, it wasn’t easy. The Owner made things a bit difficult. She was fine with us taking our vacations one at a time, but not at once.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Did that mean Rosa wasn’t with me right now? The pair of hands wrapped around my waist from behind suggested otherwise. Of course she was with me, if she wasn’t, there was no way I’d be headed away from the city


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then how did we get our time off approved at the same time? By arranging for people to stand in for us with the Owner’s approval. Luckily there was the perfect recement for Rosa. There was even one for me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Who were they? Well, that was naturally Izora and Jass. After exining Jass already had some experience with our store after standing in for me over thest week, the Owner agreed. When we introduced Izora to the Owner while dressed in her goth clothes, the Owner had a strange look in her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It seems she saw it as the perfect opportunity to create some special limited-time Izora-rted items for the store. A goth/punk girl could potentially attract another demographic she hadn’t gone after yet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So luckily for Jass, he got paired up with Izora at the main store for the next two weeks. The Owner would be there to assist them if they needed help with anything during this time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Since Izora could get some extra spending money over the summer, she didn’t mind covering for us while we were away. Jass was more than happy to work at the store when I dangled some Izora bait in front of him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was too easy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Jass had only been able to keep in touch with Izora through text messages all this time, but for all his hard work, he’d been rewarded with a full two weeks together with her. He literally bowed down to worship me like I was his god and savior and he apologized for ever doubting my n.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He did ask me about what happened to Malory, but I just told him to forget about her. I’d blocked his number and deleted it on her phone before I abandoned it at her ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He was a bit depressed at first but was quick to bounce back when he remembered Izora.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was slightly curious whether there would be any progress between those two, but unfortunately, I wouldn’t be around to see it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran, there’s a small towning up soon, why don’t we stop there for a short rest and get something to eat?” Rosa suddenly spoke up from behind and brought me back to reality.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We’d already been driving for about two hours now. This was the first town we wereing up on. We also had to fill up on gas while we were there as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">About five minutester, the town came into view. Not too long after it appeared we entered and slowed down to the speed limit. The first thing that came into view as we entered the town along our right-hand side was a gas station.


    <span style="font-weight:400">To our left, there were five lines of train tracks with a long freight train at a standstill on one of them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pulled into the gas station, filled up a full tank of gas, and paid at the pump with my card.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Leaning against the pump while looking at her phone, Rosa said, “There’s a restaurant two blocks west of here. Let’s head there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A restaurant? Can’t we just get some hotdogs from here or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No way, that’s some. Did wee out here just to eat some hot dogs that we could get anywhere? Let’s try out some local cuisine.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. But my wallet…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Jeez, I’ll pay you, cheapskate. Since you paid for the gas, I can at least pay for the food.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Deal.” A full tank cost me about $20. Food would cost more than that so I was more than content with striking up such a deal with her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After our short little pit stop for gas, we made our way to the restaurant Rosa found online.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The ce was a two-story building on the corner of the street. Looking at it from the front there was an open balcony area on the second floor that hung over the sidewalk supported by seven square-shaped blue and white pirs. At the front entrance below the balcony, there were fiverge ss windows, two to the left of the shiny mahogany wooden door and three to the right.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The second floor looked like it could be rented out for parties or celebrations where people in this small town would socialize.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After I parked my motorcycle out front we entered the building and got a better look at the inside. It looked quite nice. Along the left wall were more windows where you could see the street outside. Along the right wall, there was a river rock firece with a rectangr mantle and raised hearth around the firebox.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There were five wooden tables with four chairs tucked under each one along the wall with the door we entered through and three tables along the left wall. There was one table for each window. Each table had a long table cloth covering them that hung down low less than a foot away from the ground. Only the ends of the bottom of the wooden legs were visible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The center back wall had a bar counter with tall cushioned bar stools in front of it. To the right side of the counter, behind the firece, was a painted ck stainless steel spiral staircase that led to the second floor.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, Rosa.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I whispered, “Don’t you think this ce looks like… it would be a bit too expensive?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.” She shook her head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But… this ce looks too nice for it to be in a small little town out in the middle of nowhere like this. There’s no way the food is going to be any good. They put all their money into outward appearance rather than the food, I’m sure the food won’t be worth it. It’s sure to be overpriced and taste terrible.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“All the people eating in here right now suggest otherwise.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was right, the ce was pretty full for a small town. Five of the eight tables in the restaurant had customers. The three tables along the left wall and two to the right of the entrance were fully upied. There were also two customers seated at the bar counter. They were chatting and eating their food together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The rev-” I was immediately cut off before I could even finish my question.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They’ve got a lot of reviews online too and they’re overwhelmingly positive. There’s nothing but praise for the food here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She read me like an open book.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They’ve got to be paid reviews or they must be the only restaurant in the town. They probably just asked everybody in themunity here to support it through online reviews to keep the ce running by attracting gullible tourists.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you’re right that it’s the only restaurant I saw on the map in this town. But the only way to find out whether the reviews are a scam or not is by trying it ourselves, don’t you think?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m telling you, the best restaurants are the inauspicious ones that don’t stand out at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re just biased.”
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