AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I know he’s trying to work on himself, but he seems to have a lot of baggage.”
“Something you guys have in common; I believe.”
“You really do tell each other everything, don’t you?”
“It’s a twin thing.”
Kaan pokes his head around the door. “Who’s hungry? Zeki has suggested we go to one of the fish restaurants along the waterfront.”
“Okay, sure. Let’s go and risk out lives out in that hell storm.” Both Kaan and Roxe laugh so I shrug. “I mean, yes, I could eat.”
Roxe rummages through a closet and pulls out a jacket and a pair of trainers for me. I can’t help but cringe at the sight of the oversized shoes. “I could water ski in these things,” I mutter under my breath as I slip them on.
We cram ourselves back into the golf cart. Kaan and Roxe claiming the more spacious back seat while Zeki hilariously contorts himself into the driver’s seat. We pull up to our destination, a restaurant on the waterfront and my stomach happily growls its approval.
We’re quickly seated next to the windows where we can watch the storm outside. The sea is churning so violently that waves crash over the stone wall and across the promenade, smashing into the windows beside us.
“This is insane,” Roxe says, her voice barely audible over the sound of the wind and waves battering the windows.
I try to lighten the mood. “At least we have a front-row seat to the end of the world.”
Roxe lets out a small laugh. “Way to find the bright side, Meg.”
As we settle into our seats, waiters instantly arrive with plates of dips and salads, which they expertly arrange on the table.
“No menu?”
“It’s a fish restaurant. They catch it. They cook it. We eat it,” Kaan explains as he passes me a plate. “Try the hummus, it’s fantastic.”
I hesitate for a moment. “No anise, right?”
He shakes his head, so I grab a piece of bread shaped like a balloon and scoop up some hummus. “Oh my God. Delicious!” Heaving out all mysimitand goodness knows what else has left me ravenous.
Kaan, Roxe and Zeke fall into conversation about the renovations leaving me and my tastebuds to explore all the different dishes in front of me. I take small bites of eachmeze, savouring the flavours and textures. The tomato dish is slightly spicy, but it’s balanced out by the sweetness of the pomegranates and tomatoes. The creamy purple dish catches my eye, and I tentatively take a bite. To my surprise, its deliciously tangy and has a smooth, velvety texture.
But my enjoyment is short-lived when the waiter places a large dish in front of me, revealing a whole fish with its head still on. I nearly pass out at the sight of it. “What on earth!”
“It’s a fish,” Kaan chuckles. “You said you like to eat fish.”
My eyes flick back to the dead fish, its cavernous mouth and tiny, sharp teeth on display. “Filleted and deep-fried and comes with chips and a cola!”
“You can’t come all the way to Istanbul and eat greasy fish and chips, you know.”
“Right, because the dead fish with its head still on is the epitome of Turkish cuisine.” Zeki and Kaan burst out laughing, while Roxe tries to stifle a giggle. Even the confused waiter looks amused. Feeling embarrassed, I grab a napkin and cover the fish’s face. “Now I positively certain… Istanbul hates me!”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Love and Other Four-Letter Words
DEBUNKED:
In a surprising turn of events, the rumours surrounding Blair Roberts, and Gabe Rushley, the charismatic lead singer of Seven of Crows, have been hilariously debunked. According to sources close to the situation, Miz. Roberts crashed what was meant to be a business lunch between Rushley and his manager. We understand that although uninvited she was welcomed to join them and Rushley’s manager was in attendance the whole time.
When asked later about the incident and whether he and Miz. Roberts were a new item, Rushley reportedly burst into laughter, “I wouldn’t touch Blair Roberts with Kaan’s infested prick let alone my own!”
As we all know the former bass player of Seven of Crows, Kaan, is currently in Istanbul and probably blissfully unaware that his manhood has been publicly disparaged but, of course, itwasKaan fired the first bullet in this ‘Appendage War’ when he tweeted about Rushley’s ding dong being ‘egg-shaped’.
Ah, boys and their toys!
