“Anything will do," Sabrina replied.

"Then I'LL cook a bit of everything."

Soon, the grill was sizzling, and the air was filled with the delicious aroma of cooking food.

As the skewers were ready one by one, Raul arranged them on a clean plate, presenting it to Sabrina and Bettie. "I've placed all the skewers here. Please help yourselves."

“Thank you. You've gone through a lot of trouble."

Raul chuckled, dismissing the effort. "No trouble at all. It's an honor to cook for two lovely ladies."

Bettie and Sabrina exchanged knowing glances before tucking into a string of pork belly.

While the crayfish needed more time to cook, Sabrina opted for grilled sausage first, continuing to string pork belly and enjoying it as she worked.

Observing Raul's constant attention to the grill and the sweat on his brow, she called out, “Raul, don't just focus on grilling. Eat something as well. Take your time."

A flicker of surprise crossed Raul's eyes. “Appreciate your concern.

I've got this."

"Okay, Let's stop skewering for now. This should be enough. If we need more, we can always make them later," Bettie decided, wiping her hands and eagerly reaching for a skewer of crayfish

Sabrina also paused, selecting a skewer of toasted bread and pork belly seasoned with cumin. She savored the flavor, all the while taking in the breathtaking view of the surging sea where someone was enjoying a surf.

After a while, noticing that Sabrina and Bettie hadn't touched much of the food, Raul offered to help further. "Would you like some coffee? I can run to the nearby town to buy some.

Sabrina glanced at the town but declined with a smile. "Why bother? We have drinks in the car."

"In that case, let me fetch them," Raul said, dashing back to the car and returning with several bottled beverages. "Which one would you like?"

"Thank you. Anything is fine," Sabrina replied, taking a bottle at random.

"I prefer soda," Bettie chimed in, selecting a bottle of soda from Raul's hands and smiling at him. "Raul, you must be quite popular at school. You're really considerate."

Raul's response was a bashful scratch of his head.

At two o'clock, the guide called for them to pack up and get ready to leave.