“I’m glad you could make it.” Sofia informed with a glance over her shoulder, offering the woman seated at her table a small smile. “It would be the one night I cook, Michael gets invited to a last minute sleepover...and pizza trumps tacos, I guess.” They weren’t much--crunchy taco shells and ground beef, some fixin’s she’d placed on the table. Normally, she would have no problem eating alone, but her and Dijana had been meaning to get together anyways, and while she had intended to do so over wine...tacos worked just as well. Carrying the meat over with her, she placed the pot in the middle of the small table, and took a seat across from her friend. “I’m no Michelin chef or anything, but I’d like to think that I can handle ground beef and a prepackaged spice mix.” She laughed, reaching for a taco shell. “Can I get you anything?”
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