“Do I have snail breath?” He huffed hot air that filled her face. 

Sniff. Pause.

“I’m picking up a salty scent, something like wet cement and soiled sidewalk,” she said. Sarcasm never was her fortée, but she was working on it. She was doing it for him. “So, yeah. Ew.”

“Ew.” He echoed with exaggerated disgust, crinkling his nose in that way that made her laugh. “But at least I don’t have snail antennae between my teeth,” he said smartly. Her toothy grin disappeared... [ Read more. ]
Story Inspiration: Sa Golleta Restaurante, Palma de Mallorca, Spain

Real-Life Review: Sa Golleta Restaurante sits in the center of Palma de Mallorca on Avinguda d'Argentina, a refreshing distance... [ Read more. ]



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