"It's delicious" Mike commented, wiping his lips and reaching for a drink.
"Really?!" Nathalia asked, a small smile etched on her lips.
"Yes absolutely." he replied with a smile on his face.
"You know, you've had it before." she said, her smile wider.
"when? I don't recall" he asked, perplexed.
"Think about it" she stated, moving closer to him, the smile still on her face.
"I really don't recall, I mean the meat is…." He started trying really hard to remember when he had something like that.
"I believe her name was Mirabel." she said, still smiling.
He automatically dropped the wine glass and ran off to the bathroom and puked everything he had for that night.
His fingers were clenched on the seat and her voice kept echoing in his mind over and over again. Her name was Mirabel.
After finally emptying his stomach he sat on the floor and the horror of what her words meant.