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The soup arrived first—peppery,steaming, stubbornly hot,Sandra blew on it,laughing softly as Jamal pretended not to watch her lips,they sat at a small roadside café,where the chairs wobbled and the food was always better than expected,Jamal had insisted on sharing everything.
One plate.One spoon.“Food tastes better when it’s shared,” he said, breaking the bread in half.
Sandra dipped the bread into the soup and fed him a bite,their fingers brushed,it was nothing—yet it felt like everything.
The main dish followed: jollof rice,smoky and rich,crowned with grilled chicken,they ate slowly,talking about nothing important and smiling as if it was when Sandra reached for the last piece of chicken,Jamal slid it gently toward her.
“Love,” he said, “is choosing someone’s happiness even when you’re hungry.”
Sandra smiled,pushed it back to the middle, and replied, “Then love is sharing the last bite.”they laughed,and the food grew cold—but something warmer stayed between them.