She finished her cheeseburger and fries and the side of pickled onions and cucumbers and groaned loudly while clutching her stomach.
Zlata poked her head onto the patio at the same time as she moaned and questioned, “Was there a problem ma’am?”
“The only problem is you calling me ma’am is likely to give me indigestion. Aside from this, lunch was amazing. When I said cheeseburger, I thought I’d be getting something greasy, but this was divine. Zlata, I cleared my plate.”
“Room for pudding?”
“No, god no,” she gave a laugh at Zlata’s tentative smile. “Really, this was the best burger I’ve ever eaten in my entire life. Bar none.”
“Do you still wish for beans on toast tomorrow?”
“What would you recommend? If you could cook any meal in the world and know the person would eat it for you, wh
