"Damn Jade, this is… we should come here often," Mike says finishing up the last piece of shawarma.
"Definitely!" I heartedly agreed, holding the last beef skewer in.
We were full; for I was, I hadn't eaten this much since my mother's family lunch that turned out to be a homecoming for one of my cousins, then it turned into a full-blown celebration; food fest.
"I don't have to eat for the next I don't know, I am so done," Jade says, yet she continues spoon-feeding herself, the last pieces of meat and chicken on the plate. The food was amazing, I wondered if they offered a catering service. The tray was done, we did it justice and I was proud.
We were taking a rest after the hefty meal and the evening was fast approaching. The drinks were flowing, the music was getting to us with its charm keeping the mood going and the conversation wasn't boring. We were feeling good and having a good time.
After a while, Jade excuses herself and leaves the table.
