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Their next orders came after they stood by the barbecue, waiting. They had gone through a handful of street food and drinks while they walked through the park. After an hour, he had eaten so much, from icecreams to shawarmas, kebabs, and flavoured chicken wings. It was a miracle he still felt empty enough to each more.

For what was to be their last meal, Ayesha proposed they order the meat how they preferred without the other hearing what came with the order. Dimitri didn't understand why, but she was having fun, and so was he. He took his pack before Ayesha picked hers up.

"Okay." She grinned, looking up at him and holding a piece of meat from her plate up to him. He leaned down to take a bite, savouring the taste of the spices mixed in it. "How's that?"

Dimitri chewed some more. "It's soft. I think I taste some curry and maybe a hint of garlic, but I can't be sure."

"That's good. I am not sure why you can taste garlic, though. I didn't have that mixed in."

"Must be something els