The savory aroma of spices mingled with the salty scent of grilled meat, filling the air and gently seeping into the senses of anyone who breathed it in. Thin wisps of smoke rose from the surface of the grill, dancing along with the breeze blowing from the direction of Lake Dewata.
With calm, practiced movements, Lusserina flipped the meat that had begun to turn golden. The layer of melting fat reflected the sunlight, adding an enticing glimmer to its surface.
That afternoon, we held a small picnic by the lakeside. The water sparkled like thousands of gems, every ripple breaking the light into tiny flashes. The wind carried the fragrance of cooking across the whole meadow.
"Mmm… that looks delicious," Phina said as she walked closer, her eyes fixed on the roasting meat.
"It'll be ready soon," Lusserina replied with a faint smile.
