Ana frowned at the man as he waved a loaf in front of her face, taunting her with that aroma of freshly baked bread. Involuntarily, her head began to move back and forth, following the bread's path. Her mouth began to water, and she imagined ripping warm, fluffy chunks off and shoving them into her mouth, savoring the crunch of the crust. A whole loaf of bread, all for her... all hers to eat...
"Next!" the vendor shouted, looking over the trio to the next customer. Ana jumped, then looked behind her to see a long line of people waiting. She turned back to the vendor. No, she was not leaving here without her bread. She was tired, and stressed, and confused, and hungry.
"What merchant do you buy your ingredients from?" She asked the man.