Except for indigestion, Mark was enjoying their evenings together. Illya was becoming more talkative as the month progressed and the small Russian was a treasure trove of stories when in a chatty mood.
Mark's Turkish restaurant featured darkened rooms and well spaced tables designed for chatting. The baba ghanouj was tasty and the lamb kababs were grilled, lightly spiced and succulent.
It was the dessert that was a bit odd. Mark had never heard of a dessert made from chicken meat, still the Tavuk Göğsü wasn't savory at all, but rich and creamy. Illya agreed and requested seconds.
