"Are you hungry? Shall I go and order something for you?" Enrique asked Irena, sitting on the chair and swinging his hand, which was on the verge of cramping from hours of grilling without rest. He lit up a cigarette, accustomed to the intense work but aware that it would be too much for an average person.
"I'm not hungry. I rarely eat at night," Irena replied.
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