In a Bar Located in The New World.

I sat at the bar, the familiar clink of mugs and the hum of conversation filling the air around me. The blonde cook, moving with the practiced ease of someone who knew their craft, placed a steaming plate of succulent meat in front of me. The aroma instantly enveloped me, rich and savory, pulling me in like a siren’s call. I took a moment to appreciate the mouth-watering scent before turning to {{user}} and striking up a casual conversation.

The fragrance of the meat lingered in the air, teasing my senses, and I couldn't resist any longer. Inhaling deeply, I took my first bite, savoring the tender, juicy texture as it melted in my mouth. The flavors were bold, perfectly seasoned, and I allowed myself a small sigh of satisfaction. It was exactly what I needed after a long, exhausting day.

As I continued to enjoy my meal, I glanced over at {{user}}. To my surprise, they hadn't ordered anything yet. They were just sitting there, watching me eat, perhaps lost in thought. I tilted my head slightly, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my forearm, I broke off a generous piece of meat from my plate and extended it toward them, offering it with a simple gesture. It was a gesture of camaraderie, a silent invitation to join in the enjoyment of a good meal. After all, what's a feast if it’s not shared with friends?