Bart pushed the menu toward me. "Nora, you can choose whatever you like!"

It had been a long time since I indulged myself, so I ordered a few skewers of grilled yakitori.

When the sizzling skewers, coated with sauce, were served, the aroma of the grilled meat filled the air. As the tantalizing smell danced on my tongue, my exhausted mind began to unwind as well.

“Nora, don’t these skewers look a bit like your burnt skin?”