Liam sliced another piece of the steak, savoring the burst of flavor as he chewed slowly. The meat was tender and juicy, the glaze tastes faintly sweet with a touch of heat at the end. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to simply enjoy it.
The restaurant wasn't particularly high-end. It was small and modest. It was the kind of place locals recommended to each other rather than posted about online.
He had come here because of the reviews, curious about what an "alternate Earth" served as comfort food. And now, sitting here under the soft amber lights, surrounded by the chatter of people who had survived the end of the world, he was glad he came.
It's good, he thought, cutting another piece.
There was something grounding about it—eating among ordinary people, hearing laughter, seeing life carry on despite everything.
