One fine evening.
Summertime.
Conversation with other persons.
A rather big group of people.
Small Talk.
Pretty much everything.
Food arrives.
Welcome food.
Kiss food.
Ask food to sit.
Entertain food until drinks arrive.
Drinks got a last minute call, had to drive somewhere else and could not come.
Everyone is disapointed, especially food.
Food is happy again.
We eat food.
We pay the bill.
We go to other places.
I am happy.
I can feel food inside me.
It is such a nice feeling.
