Chapter 13

• Lila
• As the waiter approached our table, carrying two steaming plates, I took a deep breath, feeling the tension in my chest subside just a little. The aroma of fresh herbs, garlic, and butter wafted up, momentarily distracting me from my thoughts. He placed the plates in front of us with a practiced grace, offering a warm smile before retreating quietly.
• “Bon appetite” He smiled with his thick french accent betraying his nice english tie.