"How did it taste, Heaven? Was it as good as it smelled?" one of the girls asked, leaning forward, her curiosity barely contained.
All around the room, the others paused what they were doing.
Conversations died down, utensils hovered mid-air, and the soft rustle of movement quieted.
It was as if the entire room had collectively held its breath to hear her answer.
Everyone had been wondering what that mysterious, mouth-watering aroma had been, and now they were about to find out.
Heaven, sitting with crossed legs and her expression unreadable, slowly set down her fork.
She dabbed the corner of her lips with a napkin, her eyes flicking up at the audience she now held in the palm of her hand.
"Yup," she finally said, her voice carrying just the right amount of dramatic pause.
"In my 25 years on this planet, that is hands down the most delicious thing I've ever tasted. Nothing else even comes close."
A few gasps and murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.
