Nefretiri
I was no longer in the packhouse and nowhere near my home.
It was daytime outside, and everyone around me spoke Spanish, but not the kind you might usually hear in the US. There was a richness in the accents you don't find everywhere, and how they ended certain words made me think of Spain. I was in a restaurant with a Mediterranean feel to it. The atmosphere was elegant but not suffocating, which was welcoming instead of intimidating. The rich colors and design caught Kali's attention, making her excited. Then the smell hit us, and she growled in approval.
Something mouthwatering filled the air, and my stomach groaned in protest.
