English lessons about hospitality

Tonight I watered the little pot on my shelf.

My eyes feel heavy from the long night.

A guest came to the desk looking very tired.

The first coffee of the morning feels like a small gift.

I stand on the platform and watch the train leave.

The night air smells like fried onions and smoke.

Tonight the air smells of grilled meat and spices.

My first paycheck came in a plain white envelope.

I am zipping my bag for a city I have never seen.

I chop onions for you.

I kept a secret for many days.

I stir the pot on low heat.

I walked the same street again tonight.

Tonight I counted the cash drawer again.

I planted basil seeds last Sunday.

I chop the onions slowly tonight.

Tonight I thought about a small moment.

I didn't sleep last night.

I remember Mrs. Dewi from culinary school.

A traveler asked me for recommendations yesterday.

I love cooking for you.

I wrote a letter to a guest.

I was tired and lost in a new city.

I always said I hated fish.

Tomorrow is a big day.

I want to try again.

I put the seed into the soil today.

A tourist asked me for advice yesterday.

I finally told my boss the truth today.

I put a small amount of money aside every week.

I chop the onion slowly.

A traveler asked me for recommendations.

I went for a walk by the lake this evening.

I know that feeling in my chest.

I heard that song again tonight.

The kitchen feels warm tonight.

Night arrives and the city changes.

A traveler asked me for city suggestions today.

A guest arrived early this morning.

I called my mom tonight.

Tonight I finally saw how tired I was.

I always hated the smell of durian.

I stand at the stove, alone with my thoughts.

The door clicks shut behind the last guest.

I stand near the fruit stall.

I started a small garden today.

A tired guest came to the front desk.

I chop onions and try not to cry.

I remember my first hospitality class.

I look at my uniform.