she'd been sitting on the pavement, back against a brick wall as people continued to walk by her. the city was a change in pace from the quiet of country. louder and more crowded. the air carried scents unfamiliar to the fresh air she had been so accustomed to. soon it drops in front of her, a wrapped sandwich - the original beef. the assumption likely was that she was homeless and hungry, which, to be fair, was the truth. mina stood up, unwrapping the sandwich and bringing it closer to her face for inspection, allowing eyes to take in sight of layered toppings and nose to take in scent of food - it didn't smell appealing. she'd look like an asshole if she threw it out or tossed it aside. she does what she does best, performs, and takes a huge bite. it barely goes down without a near gag. it tastes like wet drywall.
mina walked until she found the restaurant, heading inside and patiently waiting until spotting a man [ @burnedown ] behind the counter. mina held the sandwich up, looking at him. " tastes awful. " the words came like a stated fact, she stood there, expression blank.









