Jealous

(Camilla’s POV) The three of us decided to enjoy a warm breakfast outside where air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers from Becky’s garden. We sat around a rustic wooden table, savoring the tranquility of the moment. Becky smiled, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I can't wait for lunch today. Justin promised to bring me a fresh swordfish." My brows arched from the name she mentioned. Staying here in the province, I learned to buy fresh meat that we can usually get in the wet market conveniently. They are clean and enclosed in a plastic packaging. On the other hand, here in Becky’s village, it is usually delivered fresh from the sea. It’s been dressed though, so it’s not really that inconvenient. But I guess, it’s fresher that way. After all, we don't really know what those meat we bought in the grocery went through before they were put in their packaging. “When is he coming?” I asked, sipping from my smokin hot espresso. As if on cue, a young fisherman appeared at t