He is dead

“Hey, you can have whatever you want. It’s my treat.” George waved his hand generously as if he had bought the entire food cart. The owner of the kebab stand was glad to see them. She then pointed to the menu and said to them, “What would you like to eat? You know, the food here are fresh.” George placed the plate in front of Rene after ordering a few kebabs and grilled vegetables and said, “Enjoy, it’s on me.” He thought that Rene would leave immediately after he finished. George then smirked a few times to himself. He felt sure that since Rene grew up in a wealthy family, he would of course refuse to eat from a roadside food truck. Rene looked at the plate in front of him with several kebabs, then picked up one. “What’s this?” He asked. “Hey, don’t you know what kebabs are?” the stall owner asked, surprised. Rene smiled and answered, “Yes, I do. Well I do like grilled meat. I think it’s delicious.” Rene looked at George and then started eating the kebabs on his plate. He ate all the