She could smell the pungent smoke from where she sat. The noonday sun was bright and she was grateful for the colorful umbrella overhead and the tall glass of lemonade in her hand.
'Such a hot day, I donít know why Iím even sitting outside,' she mused as she watched the bright yellow butterfly flit among the fragrant jasmine blossoms. 'I should have asked for a table inside...'
She picked up the last small piece of bun and ran it across her plate, capturing the remaining traces of shaved meat and sauce. 'Mmmm, pig juice!' she grinned, opening her mouth.