At night, the four of them were barbecuing on the open ground outside the warehouse. The charcoal glowed a dull red, and every so often, oil dripped onto it, sizzling into faint wisps of smoke and releasing an enticing aroma.
"Want a can of beer?" Gen asked the girl sitting across from him on an iron drum.
Tilan was holding a freshly grilled lamb chop, gently blowing on it before taking slow bites. One had to admit, the Maillard reaction sparked during grilling made the food exceptionally tempting, its aroma, temperature, and texture weaving together a wonderful sensory experience.
"A light one, please." Tilan raised her hand. From the scattered ice, the other person picked a can and tossed it over directly.
Catching it, Tilan set it aside for now, waiting to finish the skewer in her hand before opening the drink.
