Happy Meal

Happiness, she’s found, is rarely as complicated as people make it. A little colour, an extra olive, something salty served in a paper bag. The finer things in life needn’t always be fine.

There’s a certain luxury in knowing exactly what you want, and an even greater one in having it. No reservations, no occasion, no particular reason to celebrate. Just the quiet pleasure of a familiar indulgence, savoured slowly, one french fry at a time.