Before we even stepped outside, the feast had been set up, leaving our party with nothing to do but sit back and enjoy the grub. The mistress of the bar is seriously a brilliant woman, setting up a private booth completely isolated from outside noises.
Right before we even finished climbing the stairs, we could already hear the sound of people rushing outside; I have no idea when we'll have to deal with the fallout of the stunt I pulled.
We'll cross that bridge when we come to it; the lavish spread stretching out right in front of us is waiting, and we should dive right in without holding back. The spoon in my hand goes up and down, grabbing a bit of everything onto my plate, while keeping a side-eye on Sukrucuk.
