After finishing off the last piece of meat, Isabella leaned back in her chair, satisfied and visibly content, lightly rubbing her own stomach.
"That barbecue was so worth the wait," she declared, a genuine smile on her face. "You definitely exceeded expectations, Halon. I might even consider forgiving all the previous times this got canceled."
"Glad you liked it," he replied, proud, starting to stack the empty plates.
After helping quickly tidy up the mess, tossing out the burnt out charcoal and putting the leftovers in the fridge, the time finally came for Isabella to head home.
The two of them walked over to the rooftop where the black Porsche 911 was still waiting, gleaming under the dim light of the lamps on that floor.
