Llamada Botín
They're friends that like to do a little more, but why is this getting so weird?Chapter 1: Cooking Up Something Good I was at a lunch table with my friends, chatting with them about what was up, and our future plans, and all of that. There were about eight of us, but divided into two or three subgroups. I could easily jump in to the conversations of any of the subgroups, but I held to my normal one. “So, on Thursday, we're definitely do chicken instead of turkey, and then what else? Do we make a pie?...
